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Motto — Equal Rights to All, Exclusive Privileges to None 



"ERIN MOR" 

A Romantic and Historical Irish Drama 
IN FOUR ACTS 

CLEAN, PURE, INSTRUCTIVE, ELEVATING 
AND TRUE TO HISTORY 



By HON. THOS. McSHEEHY. L.L.B. 
FREMONT, OHIO 



This Drama is Dedicated to the Advocates of 

HOME RULE FOR IRELAND 

The Scenes are laid in County Kerry, Ireland 
Time, during the Terrible Famine Years 1847 to 1849 



COPYRIGHTED NOV.. 1911 



PRICE 25 CENTS 



For Sale only by the Author WELKER & STIERW ALT 

1218 . and DRUGS and STATIONERY 

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Press Comments 



The drama was produced at the opera house, Fremont, Ohio, 
tor the first time for the benefit of St. Ann's church of that city 
on March 17, 1911, St. Patrick's Day, and scored a decided hit. 
The opera house, with a seating- capacity of about eleven hun- 
vdred, was packed and hundreds were unable to procure seats -to 
witness the initial production of "Erin Mor," (which means Big- 
ger and Better Ireland.) The drama was reproduced by special 
request on the 18th of March in order to accommodate those 
who desired to witness the production and again there was a 
g'ood audience. 

The following brief extracts from the newspapers will give 
some idea as to the impression made. 

The Premoni; Dailj- News of March 18, 1911: 
"An audience that completely filled the Opera House greeted 
the participants in the drama, Erin Mor. The drama both in- 
structs and amuses. Conditions in Ireland are heard and read 
about but this drama woven about historical facts brings directly 
before the audience an illustration of the extremes of poverty, 
privation and oppression that the people of Ireland have been 
compelled to endure. ^ The most serious themes of the drama are 
interwoven with a pretty romance which demonstrates the abill 
ity of the Irish to always see the brighter side of life even 
through their misty tears. Although there are a number of 
scenes in the play, they are nicely connected and the performance 
progresses very smoothly from start to finish." 



The Fremont Daily Messenger: 

"The sale of seats and interest in the new play, "Erin Mor," 
was so great that the large theater was filled last evening, and 
by spcial request the play will be reproduced tonight. The play 
deals with the oppression of landlords in^T^reland, the trials of 
the peasants during the famine years of 1847-1849, their stead- 
fastness to their Roman Catholic faith and .the sympathy shown 
by the United States and France in those troublesome times. So 
well was the play rendered that the author was called upon by 
,the audience between the third and fourth acts. Not only was 
Fremont represented in the audience but several car loads from 
Clyde, Bellevue, Norwalk, Genoa and Monroeville also came on 
.special cars to see "Erin Mor." 



The Evening Herald of Norwalk, Ohio, of March 18, 1911: 
"Twenty-five or thirty people from this city attended the 
presentation of "Erin Mor," a new Irish drama written and drama- 
tized by Hon. Thos McSheehy. The play was produced by St. Ann's 
Dramatic Society in its annual presentation on St. Patrirk's Da.y 
of an Irish drama at the opera house. The production was an 
instantaneous success and in. accordance with a general and 
insistant demand the piece will be played again this evening to 
accommodate those who were unable to secure seats at the ini- 
tial performance. "Erin Mor," the title of the pretty drama, is 
given in four acts, which are cleverly arranged with an accom- 
paniment of special beautiful scenery of Ireland about which 
.the action of the play is set and a selection of Irish folk songs 
and national airs. The drama is written from historical facts 
(Continited on Page 3 of Cover) 




Hon. THOMAS McSHEEHY, L. L. B. 

Author oi "Erin Mor" 



Motto — Equal Rights to All, Exclusive Privileges to None 



"ERINMOR" 

A Romantic and Historical Irish Drama 
IN FOUR ACTS 

CLEAN, PURE, INSTRUCTIVE, ELEVATING 
AND TRUE TO HISTORY 

By HON. THOS. IVjcSHEEHY. L.L.B. 

FREMONT, OHIO 



This Drama is Dedicated to the Advocates of 

HOME RULE FOR IRELAND 

The Scenes are laid in County Kerry, Ireland 
Time, during the Terrible Famine Years 1847 to 1849 



CAST OF CHARACTERS, COSTUMES. ENTRANCES 

AND EXITS, STAGE POSITION OF 

PERFORMERS AND ALL STAGE BUSINESS 

COPYRIGHTED NOV., 191 1 

All Rights Reserved 



PRICE 25 CENTS 



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ERIN MOR. 
CAST OF CHARACTERS: 






Jack Dillon, the Irish rebel hero Mr. T. M. Reardon 

Barney Devoy, the true-hearted Irish lad and a staunch 

friend of Dillon Mr. ^rank Griffin 

Jerry Percivil, a hunch-back villain spy and aif inveterate 

enemy of Dillon's Mr. Maurice Shanahan 

James Trevelin, the hated English Detective. . . .Mr. Will Rich 
Tim Sullivan, an Irish Ballad Singer, who also acts as 

Admiral Jones in the ship scene Mr. John Borer 

Judge Stokes, who also impersonates Louis, King of 

France, in last act Mr. Robert Reardon 

Father Mitchell, the Saggorth Aroon Mr. John McCarty 

Lord Feckinham, the cruel English Landlord. .Mr. Joe Reardon 
Lord Crawford, the kind-hearted English Landlord and 

friend of the Irish Mr. Norman McQuown 

Barrister Ransom, the Crown's Counsel. .Mr, Harry Duignan 
Colonel Hoggett, Colonel of English soldiers 

Mr. Eldon McArdle 

Barrister O'Gorman, Counsel for the Irish. .Mr. Eldon McArdle 
Governor of French Prison, who also acts as Lieutenant 

to Col. Hoggett Mr. Lester Lehmann 

Sheriff Mr. Dan Shanahan 

Page to the King of France Master Meryl McArdle 

The French Spy Mr. William P. Brown 

Kittie O'Cleary, Dillon's Sweetheart. . . .Miss Gertrude Simonis 

Nellie Sheridan, Barney's Sweetheart Miss Mary Sullivan 

Lucy Fitzsimmons, a rich heiress who marries the English 

Detective to her sorrow Miss Leona Crowell 

Mrs. Dillon, the hero's mother Miss Nellie Van Boxel 

Maggie McCoy, Sullivan's Sweetheart Miss Grace Hood 

The Banishee, or Irish Ghost Unknown 

Soldiers and Sailors. . . .Frank Leonard, Austin Jackman, 

Frank Borer and Carl Hoffman. 



STAGE DIRECTIONS. 



R — Means right; L left; R H, right hand; L H, left hand; 
C, center; R 1 E, right first entrance; LIE, left first entrance; 
S E or 2nd E, second entrance; U E, upper entrance; M D 
or C D, middle or center door; F the flat; D P, door in flat; 
R C, right of center and L C, left of center. 

Note. — The reader is supposed to be upon the stage facing 
the audience. 

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ERIN MOR. 
COSTUMES. 



Jack Dillon — Black coat and pants, dark vest, soft felt hat 
and cape overcoat. For disguise a shabby suit, grey or 
dark with slouch hat, grey wig beard and heavy walking 
stick. 

Barney — Knee breeches, grey stockings, low cut shoes, slouch 
hat and an overcoat for disguise, also beard and wig. 
He carries a blackthorn stick and a pipe. 

Percevil — Knee breeches, grey stockings, low cut shoes, derby 
hat in first act and in the other acts a gentleman's walking 
suit. For a change he wears a grey suit and if desired an 
overcoat. 

Father Mitchel — A clergyman's black cloth suit with a Prince 
Albert coat and silk hat when he first appears and at 
his library scene a Cossack and biretta. 

Trevelin — A neat suit of black broadcloth and a fashionable 
grey suit of clothes with a soft hat. In first act a red wig 
and shabby suit of clothes when he is disguised as "Sliaun 
Rhu." 

Sullivan — Knee breeches, grey stockings, low cut shoes and 
a shabby suit of grey clothes v/ith a soft felt slouch hat. 

Lord Crawford — A stylish black broadcloth suit of clothes, a 
silk hat and he carries a gold-headed cane. 

Lord Peckeiiliani — Same style of dress as Lord Crawford. 

Judge Stokes — A black gown and grey wig, dark pants, etc. 

King of France — Same style of clothes worn by Lords Crawford 
and Peckinham when visiting in Ireland and the usual 
robes worn by a King at the throne scene with sceptre 
and crown. 

Admiral Jones — An American Admiral's uniform when com- 
manding the American sailors in the Battleship James- 
tow^n. 

Hoggett — An English army officer's uniform. 

O'Gornian — A barrister's regulation costume. Black pants, 
coat and regulation cap. 

Ransom — ^Same style costume as that worn by O'Gorman. 

French Spy — A plain dark suit with soft felt hat. 

Governor of Prison — A French officer's uniform. 

Lieutenant — An English army officer's uniform. 

Sheriff — An English officer's uniform. 



4 ERIN MOR. 

Page to IQng — The regulation costume of Pages to French 

Kings. 

The soldiers are all to wear the regulation uniforms of 
English soldiers such as red coats, white trousers, leggings and 
the American sailors the regulation uniforms worn by our 
American sailors, 

Kitty O'Cleary — A dark blue dress with cloth and hood in 
first act. In parlor scene, a white muslin dress and in the 
hut on the mountain, a black dress in which she also 
appears before the King. All in plain full skirts as worn 
at the time in Ireland. 

Lucy Fitzsimmons — ^A white evening dress in parlor scene. 
Brown or grey suit with cloak when visiting Mrs. Dillon 
and a light color blue or pink dress in her last scene at 
her home. 

Mrs. Dillon — A plain dark dress, a neck kerchief, muslin cap 
and white apron in first scene. IShe again appears 
stretched in cot in cahon with white night cap. 

Nellie Sheridan — An Irish Peasant dress. Plain calico, any 
color except green or red, short to shoe tops, also a white 
apron. 

Maggie McCoy — Same style costume as that worn by Nellie 
Sheridan. 

All Peasants wear plain clothes, any style to correspond 
'With the kind worn at the period from 1847 to 1849 in Ireland. 



ERIN MOR. 
PROPERTIES. 



Act First. 

Two wheels of fortune, one of which has numbers from 
1 to 12, placed facing the audience. A smaller wheel on table, 
the following articles are attached to large wheel: a dirk 
knife, pocket-book, scissors, book, pen and holder, razor, cup, 
pipe, writing paper, a paper of pins, a bar of toilet soap and a 
paper folder, unbleached muslin, containing reward sign, an 
easil, six plain chairs, table cloth, cups, plates, sugar bowl, one 
large pitcher for milk, pies, etc, a blackthorn stick and a pipe 
for Barney, a quantity of paper for ballads, a dozen or more 
small green flags, coins or imitation for peasants and some 
shining pennies and paper money, a deck of cards and a tape 
measure for Trevelin, note book and pencil for Percevil. 

Act 2nd. 

Scene 2 — A sofa, four neat parlor chairs, a neat library 
table, hat rack and such parlor furniture as the size of stage 
will allow. Scene 3rd — Knitting needles, yarn, and stocking 
for Mrs. Dillon, also an old stool or chair, table and pencil for 
Percevil, a dozen blocks of wood painted black to resemble 
turif. Scene 4th — ^Graveyard scene — A steel bar five feet long 
for bell, an organ in rear of stage for the church music, four 
long boxes upon which is placed some green matting to resem- 
ble graves, a wooden cross at head of each covered with white 
paper, guns for soldiers. 

Act 3rd. 

Scene 4 — Parlor furniture same as in second act. Scene 2 
— A riding whip, knife, two revolvers, a piece of sheet iron 
about 6 feet long and 3 feet wide for thunder, a letter for 
Barney. Scene 3 — Court-roo'm scene — An elevated platform 
with judge's bench, some law books, writing material, pencils, 
etc., for judge and lawyers, la table, chairs for spectators, etc., 
also two pair of handcuffs for sheriff, a revolver and knife for 
Ransom to be used as evidence. Scene 4 — American flags 
for chorus in the American sailors scene. 

Act 4th. 

Mrs. Dillon scene — ^Cot, bed clothes, bottles, straw for 
thatch, 10 foot step ladder, a wash stand, paper money for 
Crawford. 

Palace Scene — A raised platform for throne, a large chair 
for king, medalion and rugs to cover throne, letter for Per- 
cevil, two white chairs. 



ERIN MOR. 
SYNOPSIS: 



ACT I — Minard Castle. The annual pattern (picnic) in full 
blast. 

ACT II — ^Scene 1 — The plotting of the villians in the depths 
of the forest. 
Scene 2 — Father Mitchell warns his ward, Lucy Pitzsim- 
mons, against marriage with Trevelin. 

Scene 3 — The reunion at Mrs. Dillon's cabin. 

Scene 4 — Christmas Night in the chapel. The arrest and 
abduction. 

ACT III — Scene 1 — ^The home life of Mr. and Mrs. Trevelin. 
Scene 2 — The lonely cabin. Will it be murder? 
Scene 3 — Arrest of Barney and Percivil. 
Scene 4 — ^The court room. Jack Dillon's trial. 
Scene 5 — ^The American Battleship Jamestown. 

ACT IV — ^Scene 1— Father Mitchell and Lord Crawford. 
Scene 2— Plotting anew. 

Scene 3 — The eviction of Mrs. Dillon. Death. 
Scene 4 — La Belle France. Treachery. Exonerated. 
Make it two. Erin Mor Forever. 

A period of six months is supposed to elapse between the 
third and fourth scenes of the last act. 



ERIN MOR 



ACT i. 



Scene 1. — An Irish Landscape. Minard Castle in rear. 
The Irish Pattern in full blast. Booths on right and left of 
stage. A large wheel of fortune in center. Also a small 
wheel of fortune on the table. The stage is filled with peas- 
ants. All talking and laughing as curtain rises. Lively music 
in rear of stage. Peasants at booths and wheel. 

Nellie Sheridan. — (At booth on right) — Here, come this 
way, all of you, and get your money's worth. Two mutton 
pies as foine as was iver made in Ireland for fourpence, 
tupence apiece. You niver tasted the loikes of thim before or 
niver will again. Thry thim now. Come. 

Maggie McCoy. — (At left booth)^ — Come hither all of 
ye and thry some of my candy bullseyes. They are swater 
than sugar, although they are made of it. Five candy bulls- 
eyes and five sticks for a ha'penny apiece. Now is the time for 
bargains. Be wise and come now. Ye all will be welcome and 
moind my wurds the more ye ate of these candies, the swater 
you will be and the more welcome they will be for you. 

James Trevelin. — (Disguised as Shaun Rhu. At wheel) 
Here is where your fortune will be tould for nothin' if ye 
loike. Maybe ye don't know it, but I'm a necremancer 
(shuffling cards) as well as a trick-of-the-loop-man. Right 
fornist you. You see this great wheel of fortune? It is no 
gambling schame. That you can see for yourselves, as there 
is an article stuck to every number. In this game I have no 
blanks. Every one gets a prize. Thry yer luck, all it costs 
is a thripenny bit. (At this point the peasants invest.) The 
small wheel is turned and as the number to which the needle 
points when it stops is called out by Trevelin who looks up 
at the corresponding number on the big wheel. Hands the 
article to the man or woman who has invested. This proceed- 
ing goes on until all articles are disposed of except two, a 
dirk knife and a pocket-book. 



8 ERIN MOR. 

Trevelin — Oh, what a beautiful razor, phat a foine cup. 
Oh my phat a fine scissors. 

(Singing is heard outside R. 2 B.) 

Sullivan sings. (All rush to R. 2. E, except Trevelin, 
who comes down stage to L. I. E. and says aside) Splendid. 
By jove, they haven't the remotest idea of my identity. 
(Sullivan resumes song outside R. 2 E. At same time Trevelin 
goes up stage to wheel. Sullivan's song outside runs as 
follows) 

*'High upon the gallows tree swung the noble hearted three" 

"With no terror stricken in their doom" 
■"For they met them face to face with the courage of their race 

"And they went with souls undaunted to their tomb." 

(Enter Sullivan R. 2 E. Peasants cheer and join in 
chorus waving green flags.) 

"God save Ireland say the hero" 

"God save Ireland say we all" 

"Whether on the scaffold high" 

"Or the battle-field we die." 

"Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall." 

(Cheers). Trevelin resumes position at wheel and ad- 
'dressing assembly says) Byes and girls. It has been a long 
time since I heard such foine singin and as a token of my 
appreciation, I will give Tim the two articles I have left. 
(.Gives Tim knife and pocket-book). I hope you will keep 
them, Tim, and remember me by them as long as you live. 
(Aside- — He will have reason to, later on). Now, Tim, lets 
hear some of yer favorite ballads. 

Tim. — (Sings a stanza of an Irish piatriotic song. 
Now byes and girls, I will read the names of all the ballads 
I have. I will first mention the names of the English bal- 
lands and then the Irish, "The Green Above the Red," "The 
Hated Sassenach," "The Exiles of Erin," "Paddy and the 
Goat," "Daniel Aboo," "The Wearing of the Green," "The 
Irish Martyrs," "The Harp of Tara," and several others just 
like these. Now listen to the names of the Irish songs: 
"The Colleen Bawn," "The Colleen Dhas — ^Cruta — MaMoe," 
"My Boucheleen Bawn," "Thiggin Thu Galan," and several 
others just like thim. Then I have a collection of historical 
ballads, such as "The Golden and Olden Days of Ireland." 
This is a song describing how our country fell into the hands 
of a stranger. 



ERIN MOR. 9 

Nellie S. — Oh, that must be a great song. Let's hear it. 
We never heard of it before. 

Sullivan. — Well, it's thru history just the same. 

Nellie S. — Let's hear it. 

Sullivan. — I would not attempt to sing it for I think the 
wurds wud choke me. 

Trevelin. — Tim, I suppose you have heard that I am going 
to America shortly, and I want to take a number of remem- 
berances, I want to buy all the ballads you have left after you 
give the byes and girls what they want. 

Peasants (Shout) — Hurrah, for Shaun. (At this all the 
peasants rush to Tim and select their ballads and pay a penny 
apiece for them). (Trevelin buying the remaining supply, 
giving Tim a note at which Tim looks suspiciously and says) 
You. are not giving me bad money are you Shaun? 

Trevelin. — No, Tim. But if you would rather have the 
gold, I will give you a sovereign. (Gives coin to Tim at the 
same time jingling money in his pockets when peasants look 
at each other skeptically). 

iSullivan. — Here is your change, Shaun. (Handing Trev- 
elin some money). 

Trevelin. — Keep the change, Tim, as I have plenty of 
money. (At same time showing him a handful of coins). 

Sullivan. — I don't want to be inquisitive, but I would like 
to know where and how you got all this money. If I didn't 
know you so well I would think there was something wrong. 
But, you are surely the same Shauneen, I would recognize that 
red head of yours in a thousand. (Business.) 

Trevelin. — Never mind the past. Let us talk of the pres- 
ent. Although I don't mind telling you where I got the money. 
Me brother in America sint me some with a passage ticket, 
and I sould my little belongings so you see I got enough of 
money to spend at the pattern and lashins besides. 

Nellie S. — What is the matter will ye be talking all day? 
Now Tim, let's have that song. 

Sullivan. — ^Well as I was saying, I will not attimpt to 
sing it for the wurds wud choke me. 

Maggie McCoy. — ^Well, niver moind singing it. You can 
read the first verse. 

Sullivan. — Well as long as you are insisting upon it. 
"Let Erin remember the days of old. 
Ere her faithless sons bertayed her. 
When Malachi wore the collar of gold. 
Which he won from the proud invader. 
When her kings with banners of green unfurled 



10 ERIN MOR. 

Led the red branch knights to danger. 
Ere the Emerald gem of the western world 
was set in the crown of a stranger." 

Peasants. — Oh, Oh, shame, shame. 

Maggie MoCoy. — Ah that song is no good. Ireland has 
no faithless sons or daughters either. 

Sullivan. — I wish that was thrue. All countries have 
traitors and informers, and Ireland is no exception. We 
haven't very many, that's thrue. Thank God, But wan is 
too many. There may be spies and detectives here right now. 
(At this Trevelin starts). (One bar of quick music.) I 
know some people and so do all of ye that even sold their souls 
for a mess of pottage, or I should say a pot of porridge. 
We call them soupers. And I know some men too, like Judas 
of old who betrayed their master for a piece of silver. We all 
know that hundreds, yes and thousands upon thousands 
of our poor creatures, men, women and children have died of 
starvation, rather than forsake the faith or give up alle- 
gience to their country. 

Peasants. — (All shout) — Hurrah for Tim Sullivan. < 

Nellie. — Faith. He is as fine a speechmaker as he is a 
singer, and ye all know he spakes and sings the truth. (At 
this Sullivan looks out R. U. E. and says) Hello, who's this 
coming down the road? (All peasants look out R. U. E.) 

Sullivan. — Bless me soul, if it isn't Barney Devoy, and 
Tie is lookin as pale as a ghost. 

Trevelin. — (In rear of peasant's unobserved saye aside) 
What, Barney Devoy coming here. He is the only man in 
Ireland I dread. I must now make a hasty exit. (Runs to 
Xi, U, E. Exits unobserved.) 

(Enters Barney R. U. E. He is pale and nervous.) 

Barney. — Whist, byes and girls. (At this all gather 
around Barney.) 

Sullivan. — ^What makes you so pale, Barney? Spake out. 
What's the matter? 

Barney. — Well, as I was coming down the Bohereen that 
lades from Droum-a-valle to Dingle last night, who should 
I see fornist me with my two eyes, but Jerry Percevil the notor- 
ious villian and Col. Hoggett, the Col. of Police talking very 
confidentially, planning for Dillon's capture. I overheard their 
plan. They were to have one of their spies here in disguise. 
Didn't ye notice any strangers here today? 

Sullivan. — Why, no. But sure they could be for all 
that. 



ERIN MOR. 11 

Barney. — Did ye notice any wan spendin a good dale of 
money at the stands and didn't that man buy a lot of ballads? 

Peasants. — (All say) Yes, yes. 

Sullivan. — Yes, but sure he was Shaun Rhu, (looks 
around) but he is gone. 

Barney. — Do you know that Shaun Rhu was tried and 
convicted for high treason? He was transported for life, 
and is now on a convict's ship bound for Australia. The 
man that called himself Shaun Rhu was none other than Jim 
Trevelin, the hated English spy. 

Peasants. — Oh, fie, shame, shame. 

Nellie S. — If we get our hands on the villian, we will 
tear him to bits. I wish my pie choked him. 

Maggie Mc. — ^Oh the black divil. He will never have a 
day's luck. 

Barney. — Whist don't talk so loud. There are spies 
everywhere. The very rocks may have ears. 

Sullivan. — Barney, I tell you that all the English spies, 
cut throats, informers and detectives in the infernal regions, 
are not going to spoil our fun today. 

Peasants. — (Applause.) Right ye are, Tim. Now for a 
song, a song. (At this Tim sings a patriotic song. All join in 
the chorus waving greeh flags.) 

Barney. — I don't feel so down hearted now. Thim are 
the only kind of songs for me. They have the thrue ring to 
thim. They make us love our country and hate our rulers 
more and more. 

(Peasants. — Exeunt R. U. E. and L. U. E. except Bar- 
ney, Tim, Nellie and Maggie.) 

Nellie S. — Sure Barney, ye must be tired and hungry. (Sets 
table for four. All sit at table.) 

Nellie S. — Tim, sit here, and Maggie you sit next to 
Barney. 

Maggie. — You want that place yourself. You know you 
do. 

Tim. — And you want to sit by me. Don't you now, 
Acushla? (Business.) 

Nellie. — Try some of my mutton pies, and here is some 
milk to wash them down. (All eat and drink, laugh and talk 
in dumb show.) 

Barney. — Tim, I tell you that was as foine a pie as I 
iver ate. 

Tim. — Sure, you would say that anyways. But it's thrue 
for you just the same. 



12 ERIN MOR. 

Maggie, Barney, whin Father Mitchell ties the knot your 
wife will be a good cook, and a. long life to ye both. 

Barney. — Yes, and I don't think you will be sent to the 
Shkellig's aither for not being married before next sherofe. 
My opinion is, you will be doing something else besides selling 
bullseye candies at Patterns. (All laugh.) 

Trevelin. — (Appears at L. U. E. unobserved and says) 
That's right, be happy while you can. (Then disappears.) 

(All at table say) — What's that? 

Barney. — What noise was that? (Stands up, looks around 
and out L. U. E. and R. U. E.) Hello, here comes Kittle 
O'Cleary, poor Jack's sweetheart. She looks like she was 
after attindin her own funeral. (Enters Kittie O'Cleary R. 
U. E. All shout.) Hurrah for Miss O'Cleary. 

Kittie. — (Sits down on chair vacated by Barney.) Oh, 
don't please. Don't, you will break my heart, which I fear is 
already broken. Oh, this terrible ordeal. This terrible strain, 
how can I stand it? All my future plans gone. All my fond 
hopes vanished. Oh, my poor Jack. My poor Jack. What 
will become of you? (Weeps.) Ever since the night he was 
seen on the mountain side, drilling the White Boys he has been 
sought after by the cruel soldiers and cowardly constabulary. 
Neither of whom will show him any mercy. I have been told 
that a big reward is offered for his capture, and that the 
authorities have had huge posters printed announcing this, 
and the first place they intend to post one is right here at 
Minard Castle today. This is my reason for coming here. I 
wanted to know whether Jack's friends had heard this and if 
so, what plans they had made to thwart the authori- 
ties. Oh, I am so anxious. Speak, speak, and tell me if 
there is any hope. Tell me. Oh, do tell me what you have 
done or intend to do to save poor Jack. Oh, Jack, Jack. 
(Weeps.) 

Barney. — (Motions to the others to leave. All exeunt 
R. 2 E. except Barney and Kitty.) 

Barney. — Cheer up Miss Kitty, I can tell you there is 
hope. 

Kittie. — Barney I am sure Jack would trust his life in 
your hands. (At this Percevel appears at the L. U. E. with 
note-book unobserved.) 

Barney. — Now Miss Kitty, I know all about Capt. Jack. I 
saw him late last night and told him the schemes they had for 
his capture. He told me how terrible anxious he was to see 
his poor ould mother and especially to talk with you. I 
pledged him my wurd and honor, the whole matter would be 



ERIN MOR. 13 

arranged and now I won't say another wurd till you make 
me a promise. (At this Percivil disappears L. U. E.) I said 
to myself in coming here, if I have only the good luck to meet 
Miss Kitty today, I have a secret to tell her, but she won't 
be tould of it till she makes me a promise first. Now will 
you promise? 

Kitty. — Barney, you surprise me. How do I know what 
is in your mind? I am not a mind reader. It may be impos- 
sible for me to fulfill the promise you ask. 

Barney. — Oh you can keep the promise all right. 

Kitty. — Barney, I don't like to say anything that would 
hurt your feelings. You ask a lady to make a promise and 
keep her in the dark as to what that promise will be. Now 
you can see how unreasonable you are. Your request is not 
only out of order but entirely improper. 

Barney — Oh Miss Kitty, I thought you knew me better than 
that. I know that I haven't foine clothes such as you and the 
loikes of you have. I am not what you call a polished gintle- 
man, but Barney Devoy's heart is in the right place and he 
would be the last man on earth to say or do anything that 
would give the slightest offense to a lady or ask her to make 
an unreasonable promise. Oh, Miss Kitty, that last speech 
of yours cut away down here. (Points to heart.) It hurts 
and hurts badly. (Weeps.) I little dreamt that you had 
such an opinion of me. 

Kitty. — Oh I am sorry Barney, for what I said. I didn't 
intend to hurt your feelings, I spoke too hastily. I beg a 
thousand pardons. Why should I mistrust you, the most loyal 
friend by betrothed has ever had or can ever hope to have? 
He would trust his life in your hands and so would I. Yes, 
Barney, I will promise to do whatever you ask. 

Barney. — Yon don't know what a load you have lifted 
from my heart. 

Kitty. — Now Barney, name your promise. 

Barney. — That you will sing one of those beautiful songs 
you used to sing for Jack. 

Kitty. — Oh, I had no idea that you would ask such 
an unreasonable request as that. In my present state of mind, 
how could you? 

Barney. — I tell you I have some glorious news for you, 
and it's the proud boast of the O'Cleary's that none of the 
name ever broke their word, and that was the reason I had 
for insistin on your promise. 

Kitty. — Well alright Barney. I will do the best I can. 



14 ERIN MOR. 

(Re-enter peasants talking loud, from R. U. E. and L. 
U. E.) 

Barney. — Whist. We are going to have a song. 

Peasants. — Good. Good. (Applause.) Kitty sings at 
conclusion there is loud applause. 

(Enter Trevelin and Hoggett L. 2 E.) 

Trevelin. — There are your pair of birds, Col. (Points to 
Barney and Sullivan.) Hoggett posts reward bill which reads 
£100 Reward for the Capture of Jack Dillon, the Irish Rebel. 

Trevelin. — (Speaks in a low voice.) Don't place them 
under arrest now. Wait until the Pattern is about over, at 
nightfall. They will continue to talk and undoubtedly we 
can get some more information. 

Hoggett. — All right. I presume it will be better to let 
them have their fun for awhile. They will have to sing a 
different song and dance to another tune ere long. 

(Exeunt Trevelin and Hoggett L. 2 E.) 

(During conversation between Trevelin and Hoggett the 
others speak in dumb show.) 

Barney. — Well, Miss Kitty, don't you feel better now? 

Kitty. — I feel such a dreadful load on my heart. I am 
so downcast. I fear something dreadful is going to happen. 
(Exeunt peasants R. U. E.) 

Barney. — I will bring her one that will cheer her up. 

(Exit Barney R. U. E. Enter Percevil L. U. E.) 

Percivil. — ^Well, Miss Kitty, I am delighted to see you 
here. I didn't anticipate such a pleasure. Have you changed 
your mind since our last meeting? I presume you are aware 
that important events have taken place since then? 

Kitty. — What do you mean, sir? 

Percivil. — Oh don't pretend you haven't heard the news. 

Kitty. — To what news do you refer? 

Percivil. — The news that the other night your friend. 
Jack Dillon w^as caught red-handed in the act of drilling the 
rebels on the mountain side near "Droumavalla" and that the 
officers are now on his trail in hot pursuit. Oh, it will go hard 
with him if he is caught. And you mean to tell me you are 
entirely ignorant of this? Why, everybody is talking about it. 
It is the one subject that is on everyone's lips, not only here, 
but all over the County Kerry. 

Kitty. — And pray, what is your object in telling me this? 

Percivil. — To show and to prove to you that I can assist 
you in your desire to have your bethrothed get away. I will 
If you but say the word, have him leave the country. I can 



ERIN MOR. 15 

provide the necessary transportation and lie can go to a place 
where he will be perfectly safe. 

Kitty. — Knowing you as I do, and realizing you have 
Bome ulterior motive for all this pretended kindness, I desire 
to know what your motive is. 

Percivil. — Simply to prove to you that the devil is not 
always as black as he is painted. 

Kitty. — And you mean to tell me that you intend doing" 
all this simply to show me, that after all, you are willing to 
lend me a helping hand in this hour of need and assist Jack 
Dillon in escaping? 

Percivil. — Yes, yes, and more. I desire to convince you 
by even risking my own life in doing so, that I have earned 
your good opinion and if I am successful we can renew our 
former friendship. Let us forget the past. Let bygones be 
bygones. Now what say you to all this? 

Kitty. — What say I to all this? Now listen, Mr. Jerry 
Percivil, and mark it well. I loathe and despise you, I know 
you to be one of the vilest creatures that treads the earth. 
Like all wretches of your stamp, you have a smile for one's, 
eye and a dagger for their heart. If you thought for one 
minute, that I placed any confidence in your pretended friend- 
/ship, you were badly mistaken. A man that will turn on his 
best friends, and sell his soul for a bribe as you have done, 
is a traitor to his God and his country. You wouldn't stop 
at anything. No, not even murder itself, if you thought you 
could gain anything by it. Now let me tell you, once and for 
all that I would rather live in a hovel, aye in squalid poverty, 
such as the poor people of Ireland are compelled to live, then 
accept your offer. No, I reject it with scorn, and hate you all 
the more for attempting to deceive me. 

Percivil. — Now you have had your say, I presume that 
you will listen to me. You know that we were children 
together, lived in the same neighborhood. Your friend, Jack 
Dillon, and I were playmates when children. All three of us 
attended the same school and for a time the same church. 
One day when Jack and I were playing at his place, he dared 
me to ride one of his mules, which I did, not knowing that 
the animal was vicious and if Jack knew this, he kept the 
knowledge to himself. Up to that time I was sound and 
straight in body and limb, with a bright future before me, 
but the ride on that mule was the turning point in my life. 
The mule threw me off and I alighted on my back, upon a 
huge rock which caused curvature of the spine and made me 
a cripple for life. My parents, who were in comfortable cir- 



16 ERIN MOR. 

cumstances as you know, spent all they were worth in taking 
Pile from place to place to consult noted surgeons and special- 
ists, in the hope that I would be cured, but all to no avail. 
My parents died broken hearted and after that I swore ven- 
geance on Jack Dillon, who was the original cause of all this 
trouble, and I tell you now that I will not rest day or night 
until I bring him to justice, and when he is convicted and 
sentenced to the gallows for high treason, I will have the 
pleause of assisting the hangman. 

Kitty. ^ — Oh, stop, stop. (Screams and faints.) (At which 
peasants all run in. (Entering from R. U. E. and L. U. U.) 
Trevelin and Hoggett hurriedly enter L. U. E.) 

Treveiin. — There are your prisoners. Colonel, arrest them 
at once. 

Hoggett — (Places his hands on Barney and Sullivan 
shoulders and says) You are my prisoners. 

Barney. — It is your turn now, but mine will come yet. 

(Tableau quick music with curtain.) 



ACT 2. 

Scene 1. — Wood in First Groove. 

Enters Percivil R. I. E. (Looks cautiously around before 
speaking.) 

Percivil. — I am now ready for the certain capture of 
Jack Dillon. He little expects the surprise I am going to 
give him. Her vv^ords still ring in my ears, "I loathe and 
despise you. Miss Kitty I will give you plenty of cause 
for that. I am in the crown's employ and the authorities will 
leave no stone unturned to bring Dillon to justice. I have 
already confided my plans to Mr. Trevelin, the famous English 
spy and detective and he fully agrees with me. (Looks out 
R. I. E.) Here he comes. 

(Enter Trevelin R. I. E. Percivil approaches Trevelin. 
They shake hands. 

Percivil. — Well Mr. James I am glad to see you. 

Trevelin. — I have carefully considered your plans for 
Dillon's capture. The only objection is, there will be so 
many sympathizers at the midnight mass we may be powerless 
and unable to defend ourselves in the event of an attack. And 
that there v/ill be an attack, if the matter should become 
known there is no doubt. But as you took down the conver- 
sation between Kitty O'Cleary and Barney Devoy at the pat- 
tern, I am sure that we will have no trouble in convicting 



ERIN MOR. 17 

Devoy for aiding and abetting treason, and Sullivan for circu- 
lating treasonable literature. I have concluded however to 
postpone their trials until we have the chief conspirator under 
lock and key. We made one great mistake at the pattern; 
we should have waited until we learned the intended meeting 
place of Dillon and his sweetheart. Had we done this a great 
deal of time would be saved. 

Fercivil. — If we are attacked when we place Dillon under 
arrest, I will endeavor to capture Miss O'Cleary during the 
excitement and take her to a place of safety where she will 
be far away from home and friends. (Looks out R. I. E.) 
Hello, who is the excited individual? As I live it is Lord 
Peckinham. I wonder what is the matter. 

(Enter Peckinham R. I. E. very much excited.) 

Peckinham. — Haven't you heard the news? Devoy over- 
powered his guards last night and made his escape. 

Trevelin and Percivil both say. — What! Devoy has 
escaped? 

Peckinham. — Yes. And as soon as I learned this I made 
inquiries of your whereabouts and they told me that I would 
find you dovrn here so I came as fast as my best horse could 
bring me. 

Trevelin. — Do you think that fugitives from justice would 
travel the same road as government employees. Not if they 
knew it. 

Peckinham. — I know nothing about that. I am exceed- 
ingly anxious for the trial and punishment of all the rebels, 
especially the speedy trial of Dillon whose mother is one of 
my tenants. When Dillon was at home he paid me the rent 
regularly, but since he has been a fugitive from justice I 
haven't received a penny. The old woman says she hasn't 
any money and is living on the charity of friends. The same 
old story I hear from all the mere Irish. I am sick and tired 
listening to their tales of woe. Why just think that old 
woman has been told time and time again by Parson Lewis 
if she would give up her "Romish Religion" and attend our 
church that she would not only be provided with the neces- 
saries of life but she Avould also be given a home in one of our 
colonies. And what do you think her answer was Why she 
actually insulted Mr. Lewis, she said, "Parson Lewis, I will 
tell you once and for all that I will never change my religion. 
No, not for all the gold in England. I would rather die in 
squalor poverty, yes, in my miserable hovel near where my 
poor husband was hanged for what you called treason, than 
take one mouthful of your food on the conditions you state." 



18 ERIN MOR. 

What patience do you think we ought to have with such beg- 
gars? I am more than anxious for Devoy's capture. It is he 
I am told who brought the food to the old woman and since 
he has been in prison she has felt the want of it many and 
many a time. 

Percivil. — Serves her right. It is her own fault. 

Peckinham. — Who can have any sympathy with such 
wretches when they refuse succor on the conditions we pre- 
scribe. I hate papists and have long since declared they will 
be shown no mercy by me. 

Trevelin. — Well Lord Peckinham, I can hardly agree 
with you in all that you say. You will admit that there are 
some honorable exceptions even among papists. 

Peckinham. — Oh, yes, there are exceptions in all cases 
of course. So let us be off, hoping that ere tomorrow's sun 
we will have our birds caged. 

(All three exeunt L. I. E.) 

(Dillon enters R. I. E.) 

Dillon. — O Erin Mor. When shall we again behold the 
happy scenes of the past? Such horrors that now surround 
us on every side. Can any true Irishman ever forget them 
and the causes that have brought them on? It is said the 
Lord chastises those whom He loves. Surely then He must 
love the poor peasants of Ireland who have no parallel in his- 
tory for adhering to their faith in spite of the most terrible 
trials. It is true that the blight has ruined our crops this 
year, but there is a worse blight. English misrule in Ireland, 
which is the cause of all this terrible suffering, misery, woe, 
and want. Can the Irish heart ever forget these scenes? 
Can a single Irish soul boasting of good old Irish blood ever 
forget these times, guant famine, desolation, starvation and 
death everywhere? And this was the very time too when the 
hated Saxon promised reform and repeal without end, to heal 
the ever open and bleeding wounds of poor Ireland. How 
have those promises been kept? Look around you and see 
for yourself. Our people are dying by the thousands. Here, 
there, everywhere their dead bodies are scattered. From the 
smiling villages to the crowded towns where they have been 
such happy children they have been gradually smoked out, 
stamped out, murdered out, yes, murdered out by the oppres- 
sion of their rulers. Strong men have become as little chil- 
dren. Poor, weak women have become' imbued with fearful 
strength as their children are starving to death, and they are 
helpless and unable to save them. Thousands are down with 
fever and famine, and the only relief offered is a conditional 



ERIN MOR. 19 

one. The poor sufferers are told that if they will listen to or 
read the tracts given them and attend worship at the "Estab- 
lished Church," they need no longer suffer. The offer has been 
scornfully declined. Here I aim a fugitive from justice so 
called because I dared to take up arms for my country. Be- 
cause I dared to avenge my father's murder. Can I ever forget 
that awful scene? He was hanged in front of his own door 
for what they call treason. Because he dared lift his hand 
and raise his voice in defense of his country. I have made a 
vow that as long as breath remains in my body I will do all in 
my power to secure freedom for my country and the release 
of my fellow countrymen from bondage. 

(Enter Barney R. I. E. hurriedly during the last of 
Dillon's speech. Advances toward Dillon. Shakes hands 
warmly with both hands as he says) Yes, and you may depind 
on me to stand by you as long as I live. 

Dillon. — Why Barney, I am more than delighted to see 
you, but how did you manage to escape from prison 

Barney. — 'Wheew, begorra, that was a close call. As I 
was coming down the road who should I see galloping behind 
me but ould Peckinghen as we call him. I tell you it didn't take 
me long to leave tracks behind me, for I knew if the ould 
villian ever got hold of me, it would be all day with Barney 
Devoy. So I hid myself behind the Milltown milestone and 
waited there until the ould scoundrel passed and here I am. 
How did I escape from prison? Your friend the guard bundled 
me up with the other dirty clothes which were taken to the 
wash house and once there I had no trouble in escaping. I have 
had some close calls, but I am a free man once more and 
ready to help you. 

Dillon. — What is the latest news? 

Barney. — Oh, there is nothing special Captain. Only the 
soldiers and peelers are in a great flurry over my escape. 
Thanks to you. 

Dillon. — Well tell me Barney, all the principal events 
that have taken place since I saw you last. 

Barney. — ^Well, you see Captain, after leaving you that 
night, I heard the conspirators making plans for your capture, 
I hurried to the pattern to tell the byes and girls all about it. 
I was anxious to meet Miss Kitty and give her your message. 
I got to the pattern all right and tould them what I heard and 
also told Miss Kitty your wish to see her and was just starting 
to tell her where she would meet you, when we were suddenly 
interrupted by that scoundrel Trevelin who was disguised as 
"ShaunRhu" and Hoggett, the English Colonel who had a great 



20 ERIN MOR. 

big poster announcing £lOO reward for your capture. After 
they posted up the bill, they placed Sullivan and myself under 
arrest. They charged me with aiding treason and Sullivan 
with circulating treasonable literature. Poor Kitty looked 
awful blue, and I wanted to cheer her up and insisted that 
she should sing one of your favorite songs which she did. 
And again we were interrupted by the appearance of the spy 
and Hoggett and the soldiers and you know the rest. And 
now. Captain, here is some clothes that I bought wid me for 
you to put on and disguise yourself so that if the blood 
hounds should be put on your tracks they would be thrown 
off the sint. 

Dillon. — Barney, when did you see my mother last and 
how is she getting along? 

Barney. — I saw her the day before yesterday, and she 
told me she didn't know what she would do but for the 
kindness of Miss Kitty. 

Dillon. — You don't mean to tell me that she is in want? 

Barney, — I'm afraid so. Captain. 

Dillon. — ^What does this mean? I was sure she had 
enough provisions to last her several months. And as far as 
the rent is concerned, with the money that she gets from my 
sister Mary from America, regularly she has surely been able 
to pay that. 

Barney. — She hasn't received a letter from America or 
any other place since you left. 

Dillon. — What is that you say? 

Barney. — I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but it 
is always best to tell the truth. 

Dillon. — Come to reflect on it, the letters from my sister 
were always addressed to me, and I can now see through the 
whole scheme. The authorities have intercepted those let- 
ters. 

Barney. — That is just what the dirty spalpeens have done. 
But we are wasting time here. Now put on these clothes. 

(Dillon puts on clothes, wig and beard.) 

Dillon. — Now I am ready to see Kitty and my mother. 

Barney. — ^Naither one will recognize you in that outfit. 
Now let's be off. 

(Both exeunt L. I. E.) 

(Scene 2.) (A beautifully furnished parlor.) 

(Lucy and Kitty seated at table.) 

Lucy. — I scarcely know my own mind. I have promised 
to become the wife of James Trevelin, and this too in the face 



ERIN MOR. 21 

of protests of my best friends. Of course if he were only of 
my faith all would be well, but lie is not, and what is worse, 
I fear he never will be. 

Kitty. — That is just as I expected in fact it couldn't be 
otherwise. I don't want to make you feel sad Lucy, but some- 
thing prompted me to come here and speak frankly to you. 
Now listen. How can you expect a day's happiness with a 
man like James Trevelin whose whole life has been devoted 
to detective work? A spy and informer is not the kind of a 
man you should choose for a husband. 

Lucy. — That is just what all my friends say. I tell you 
confidentially I love him so deeply and so dearly, I should never 
be happy with anybody else. Come what will there will be no 
other love in my life. Be not hasty in your judgment of him. 
Remember love makes or mars a woman's life. It brings 
with it a blessing or a curse. 

Kitty. — Oh yes that may sound very well from your 
standpoint but remember there are others to be considered. 
Think what a terrible reflection on Father Mitchell, your 
guardian. He was appointed by your father on his death- 
bed to look after you and your estate. Your mother died 
when you were a mere child as my parents often told me. 
Your father accumulated quite a fortune and how he managed 
to retain it under existing conditions in Ireland, has always 
been a mystery to me. 

Lucy. — Oh that is easy enough explained. While natural- 
ly he sympathized with the poor people in their struggle for 
freedom, he was never so foolish as to put his neck in the halter 
by joining their so called patriotic societies. 

Kitty. — And that is true of my father also. And if Mr. 
Dillon, Jack's father, had taken thier advice, Jack wouldn't 
be hounded today by the soldiers and police. The three men. 
were near neighbors and fast friends. 

(Enter Nellie Sheridan C. D.) 

Nellie. — Oh Miss Kitty have you heard the news? Bar- 
ney has escaped from prison and he and Master Jack are on 
their way here this very minute. 

Lucy and Kitty — (In surprise) What, Barney and Jack 
coming here? 

Kitty. — They are taking an awful risk. 

(Exit Nellie CD.) 

(Enters R. U. E. Father Mitchel.) (Business.) 

Fr. Mitchell. — Good evening ladies. 

Lucy and Kitty. — (Rise, both say good evening Father.) 



22 ERIN MOR. 

Father Mitchell. — I am so glad you are here Kitty, as 
I need your assistance, in the case I have on hand. 

Kitty. — ^May I ask Father, what kind of a case it is? 

Lucy. — (Gets chair.) Please be seated Father. 

(All sit at table.) 

Father M. — Oh, it isn't a case of life and death. And yet, 
come to think of it, it may even come to that. I'll tell you, 
Kitty, (pointing to Lucy) this young lady has been placed iB. 
my charge as you know. I am her guardian, I have tried to 
do my duty toward her. She graduated from one of the beSt 
schools in Ireland, On the night she graduated there was 
no prouder man in the audience than myself. I thought she 
was qualified to be the wife of the noblest man in Ireland. 
I thought her prospects were exceedingly bright, brilliant in 
fact. You can imagine my s,urprise when I learned that Jim 
Trevelin, the spy, was secretly paying court to her. The last 
man on earth I would recommend for her husband. And yet 
I learned that this scoundrel — Oh, excuse me Miss Lucy — 
and yet why should I mince words. Honest men should not 
hesitate in calling a spade, a spade. This man Trevelin comes 
along and upsets all my plans and worst of all, she has not 
■only encouraged him but has actually promised to become 
Ills wife. I don't understand this at all. There is only one 
explanation and that is, some young women are so susceptible 
to flattery. My duty to her compels me to speak plainly. I 
want to warn her before it is too late. 

Kitty. — I fully agree with you. Father. We were dis- 
cussing this most delicate and important subject, just as you 
entered. 

Lucy. — Father Mitchell, if you have said all you intended 
to say, I presume, I will be allowed to speak. 

Father M. — Proceed, as I am sure we are both exceed- 
ingly anxious to hear what you have to say. 

Lucy. — When I was a child, I thought as a child and 
understood as a child. Now I am of age and think I ought to 
know my own mind. I have heard of matchmaking, where 
young people were forced to marry strangers for some mone- 
tary consideration they married to please their parents 
who had made the match. So I didn't propose to be put up 
for sale on a "Bargain Counter." 

Father M. — (Angrily.) — You ought to be ashamed of your- 
self for making such a speech. You only add insult to injury. 
And is this the result of my efforts in your behalf? Now 
listen to me. 



ERIN MOR. 23 

Lucy. — (Weeping bitterly) I will not listen to your 
scolding any longer. (Rises to leave is detained by Kitty.) 

Kitty. — Lucy, Father Mitchell is for your good. Please sit 
down and be calm. 

Lucy. — (Crying) Oh he means well. But every word he 
says is like a dagger to my heart. 

Father M. — I am very much afraid if you are so head- 
strong and won't listen to those who have your real interest, 
both spiritual and temporal at heart, you will have a good 
many daggers piercing your heart, in time to come. Now 
Lucy, please don't act hasty in this most important matter of 
your life. 

Lucy. — I have not acted hasty. I have thought it all 
over, time and again. Oh, Father you don't understand. A 
woman's love is unfathomable. You speak of my bethrothed 
as if he were a monster, a fiend, a villian who would stop 
at nothing to gain his point. I can't think that of him. He 
has been so kind, so considerate, so gentlemanly, and withal 
so outspoken I can not think him capable of deceit. 

Father M. — Just one word more and I am done. I want 
to ask a few questions and will answer them myself. Those 
are for you to ponder over and when I have done this I 
have done my duty and will have nothing to answer for either 
here or hereafter as far as my duty to Miss Lucy Fitz is 
concerned. Is Jim Trevelin one of your countrymen? No, 
he is a pure type of the dyed in the wool Saxon. Is Jim 
Trevelin of your faith? No, he and his farefathers were 
bitter anti-catholics. Has he promised to accept your relig- 
ious belief in the event of your marriage to him? No, he 
has not nor will he. Has he promised to give up his avoca- 
tion, that of a spy and informer and seek a more honorable 
calling when you become his wife? No. Because he is unfit 
for any honorable calling. 

Lucy. — (Furiously angry, rising) I will not listen to your 
tirade of abuse of my bethrothed any longer. Exit C. D. 
hurriedly.) 

Father M. — (Looks out C. D. after Lucy) I will fervently 
pray for her that she may change her mind before it is too 
late. . This is the most cruel blow I have ever received. 

Kitty. — Well, Father, let us change the subject. I 
haven't seen Mrs. Dillon for several days. I must hasten to 
her cabin and tell her the good news that Jack and Barney 
are coming to see her. (Both exeunt C. D.) 

(Scene 3rd — Mrs. DiUow's cabin on the mountain side.) 



24 ERIN MOR. 

Mrs. Dillon. — Discovered knitting in front of her cabin). 

Mrs. D. — It has been several months since my poor boy left 
this house to command the boys who were waiting to fight for 
Ireland's freedom. It seems years. I haven't had a sound sleep 
since he left. I am beginning to think that I must share the 
same fate as the thousands of poor women around here who are 
suffering from hunger, famine, sickness and disease. But 
welcome be the will of God. Sure only for Misg Kitty and 
Barney Devoy I should even suffer now. I had a beautiful 
dream last night. I don't believe in dreams but that was 
such a beautiful one, I can't drive it out of my mind. I 
thought I saw my husband in heaven and he told me to be 
of good cheer, that a brighter day was sure to come to Ire- 
land. That I should see the real "Erin Mor," that the 
sunshine would dispel the shadows. He also said that my son 
would be a free man in a short time and that he would be a 
ruler of a people in a foreign country. Oh, but I was dis- 
appointed when I awoke and found that it was only a dream. 
The stern reality stared me in the face and here I was in 
this miserable hovel with scarcely anything to eat. Only 
these few sods of turf left and Old Peckinham bothering the 
very life out of me for rent, and I not having a penny to 
pay him. My poor boy living like a beast in the mountains, 
while the English bloodhounds are hunting him down. Oh 
cruel, cruel fate. What sins have I committed that have 
caused me all this trouble, woe, misery and want. I am sure 
I don't know the Lord knows best. 

(Enter Kitty and Lucy at L. 2nd. E.) 

Kitty. — How are you feeling Mrs. Dillon? 

Mrs. Dillon. — Oh fairly well thank you. Ye are both 
welcome, but what brings ye here at this time of the evening? 

Kitty. — ^We bring you good news. 

Mrs. Dillon. — Sure that is what you are always doing. 

Kitty. — Jack and Barney are coming to see you tonight. 

Mrs. Dillon. — Jack and Barney 'coming here; impossible. 
Sure Barney, I am told is in jail and Jack won't dare to 
come here. Why that villian Percivil is peeping around here 
every day looking for him. (Business.) 

Lucy. — Well no matter who is looking for him, he will 
be here tonight and so will Barney. (Looks out L. 2 E.) 
Here they come now, 

(Enter Dillon and Barney L. 2 E. Dillon rushes to Mrs. 
Dillon.) 

Affectionate scene between mother and son, also betWQQCi 
Jack and Kitty. 



ERIN MOR. 25 

Barney shakes hands all around. 

Dillon. — I am so glad once more to be In the midst of 
those who are near and dear to me. 

Barney. — Now if Nellie was only here what a reunion we 
would have. 

Lucy. — She told me she was coming here. (Looks out 
L. 2 E.) And sure enough here she comes now. 

(Nellie enters L. 2 E. Barney hides behind cabin. 
Nellie searches for Barney. All laugh.) 

Nellie. — I thought ye tould me Barney was here. 

Barney. — (Steals up behind Nellie and places his hands 
over her eyes.) 

Nellie. — Who is this? Oh, it's only Barney. (Barney and 
Nellie talk in dumb show.) 

Dillon. — Mother, they tell me you haven't had a letter 
from sister Mary since I left. 

Mrs. D. — Not a line. 

Dillon. — Then the authorities got them. 

(During the speech Percivil enters disguised, unobserved 
from rear with tablet and pencil.) 

Mrs. D. — Only for Miss Kitty here, I would have starved 
to death and Barney brought me plenty of turf while he 
could, but since he was taken prisoner I have had a hard 
time of it. 

Maggie McCoy. — (Enters hurriedly R. 2 E. and runs to 
Barney and says) Barney I just heard you were here, and 
what is the latest news about poor Tim? He has been a 
long time behind prison bars. 

Barney. — He will not be there much longer. I saw Lord 
Crawford. Wm. Sherman Crawford, Member of Parliament, 
and although an Englishman, he has done more for the 
poor of Ireland than the whole caboodle of would-be liberators. 
He promised me to attend Tim's trial and get him free. 

Maggie. — ^Oh, I am so glad to hear that. May God bless 
the gintleman. 

Barney. — I suppose ye know we are running an awful 
risk in coming here as we may be arrested at any minute. 
Now remember we are depending on your wits to protect us. 

Kitty. — I don't think you need have any fear. I am satis- 
fied, Barney, that you can outwit the police at any time and 
as far as Jack is concerned we will try to protect him also. 
Tomorrow will be Christmas; I told Father Mitchel we would 
attend mid-night mass. (At this point Percivil is seen mak- 
ing notes) and there will be such a crowd there, it will be 
impossible for the officers to recognize any one, Jack you 



26 ERIN MOR. 

can wait till the very last. The crowd will all be gone by 
that time and the soldiers too, I think you will be perfectly 
safe. 

Jack. — All right I will do as you say. 

(Perc'ivil here makes a hurried exit out L. U. E. with note 
book raised.) 

Barney. — As we are all together once more suppose Miss 
Kitty will cheer us up with a song. 

All say. — A song, song (Kitty sings with chorus if 
desired.) 

(Scene 4th.) 

(Churchyard, gravestones, chapel in center at rear. The 
sound of a bell is heard. All enter chapel after which soldiers 
appear on stage. Trevelin and Percevil with them. Within 
chapel is heard the singing of **The Adeste Pideles." During the 
singing soldiers drill 'on stage. In due time all leave chapel; 
Dillon last.) 

Percivil. — (Shouts) There is your man (Pointing to Dil- 
lon.) Colonel arrest him. (Business.) 

Hoggett. — Mr. Dillon you are my prisoner. 

Percivil. — Now is my time. Siezes Kitty, rushes out 
L. U. E.) 

Kitty. — What's that, prisoner; (Screams and is about to 
faint. Barney rushes to Kitty's side, is held back by the 
soldiers who say stand back.) 

(Tableau and quick curtain.) 



ACT 3. 



Scene 1st. — (Parlor in Trevelin's house. Lucy seated at 
table.) 

Lucy. — One year has elapsed since I became the wife of 
James Trevelin and oh, what a year of suffering. It seems an 
age. I haven't seen a day no, not even an hour, without 
trouble. What a fool I was not to have listened to those who 
were for my good. They warned, cautioned, nay even threat- 
ened me, but all to no avail. I fell into the trap that 
was set for me, and I have lived to see my folly. 
I ought not to have listened to this man's flattery. I might 
have known it wasn't me he wanted, but my money; and he 
has been successful in getting most of it. Where has this 
money gone? I have good reason to believe that he has spent 
the most of it at the gambling table and in debauchery. Oh, 
why was I so blind; if I could only have lifted the veil from his 



ERIN MOR. 27 

face and seen the treachery that lurked behind it; but now, 
alas, it is too late. (Weeps.) 

(Enter Trevelin C. D. takes off hat and gloves and lays 
them on the table.) 

Trevelin. — Well here I am. Haven't you anything to 
say to me? 

Lucy. — Nothing, nothing. (Tries to wipe away her 
tears.) 

Trevelin. — What: Crying again? Will I ever come home 
without finding you in tears? 

Lucy. — Haven't I cause for tears? 

Trevelin. — I can't see that you have. 

Lucy. — Then you must be very blind. 

Trevelin. — Are you not comfortably housed, clothed and 
fed? What more do you want? 

Lucy. — If I have all you say, whose money pays for it? 

Trevelin. — Mine. 

Lucy. — Since when please did it becomes yours? 

Trevelin. — ^^Since the day I married you. 

Lucy. — Yes, you have squandered the most of it, but 
you shall have no more. 

Trevelin. — Indeed, and pray, who says so? 

Lucy. — I say so — James Trevelin. 

Trevelin. — And what have you to say about it?. 

Lucy. — Everything. 

Trevelin. — Poor deluded fool. Don't you know that we 
are under the English Common Law in this country, and that 
law makes the husband and wife one, and the husband the 
one? You see from the very hour I married you, all that you 
possessed became mine by law. 

Lucy.-^Then I shall seek a legal separation. 

Trevelin. — Ha, ha, ha. That's good. I want to tell you 
that even that you can't have. 

Lucy. — Why can't I have it? 

Trevelin. — Because your "Romish" religion forbids it 
and to my mind that is the only good feature about it. 

Lucy. — I want to tell you that I will see what can be 
done to get rid of you. I don't intend to put up with your 
conduct any longer. 

Trevelin. — Well what are you going to do about it. 

Lucy. — I intend to keep my own counsel. 

Trevelin. — Oh, you do, eh? 

Lucy. — Yes, I do. 

Trevelin. — What a prize I drew surely, when I got you 
for a wife. 



28 ERIN MOR. 

Lucy, — You mean what a prize I got when I accepted you 
for my husband. 

Trevelin. — Oh, it's wasting time to talk to you. 

Lucy. — Then don't talk to me. 

Trevelin. — You are the most tantalizing creature I ever 
knew, 

Lucy. — And you are the most daring hypocrite that I ever 
saw. 

Trevelin, — Be careful, or you will arouse my anger. 

Lucy, — That's not difficult, 

Trevelin. — What do you mean? 

Lucy. — Just what I have said. 

Trevelin. — How dare you talk to me like that; after I 
have condescended to become your husband and given you my 
name? 

Lucy. — And what a name to be proud of. Jim Trevelin, 
the spy detective and informer, 

Trevelin. — ^Well, the name is just as good and better 
than Lucy Pitzimmons, the daughter of Paddy, the papist. 

Lucy. — You snake, 

Trevelin. — What kind of a man am I anyway, to put up 
with this? You will provoke me to strike. 

Lucy. — I dare you. (Business.) 

Trevelin. — You do eh? Well take that. (Raises his right 
arm and attempts to strike Lucy.) 

Father M. — (Enters hurriedly R. 2. E. catches hold of 
Trevelin's raised arm and says) What does this mean, sir? 

Trevelin. — Who gave you the right to interfere between 
husband and wife. 

Fr. Mitchell. — As her guardian, I claim that right, 

Trevelin. — I want you to understand, sir, that she is of 
legal age and married, and from the very hour of that mar- 
riage I have been her legal guardian. 

Fr. Mitchell. — That remains to be seen. I know that as 
such you have demanded and received considerable money, 
which was placed in my hands for her exclusive use and 
benefit. What have you done with this money? 

Trevelin. — That is none of your business. '^ 

Fr. Mitchell. — You have also demanded the remaining 
portion of this money, 'but I tell you now that you shall not 
touch another penny, if I can help it, 

Trevelin. — Oh, but you can't help it. You dare not 
refuse. 

Fr. Mitchell. — But I do refuse, and now what are you 
going to do about it? You think because our religion doesn't 



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endorse divorce, you can force her to live with you, regardless 
of your treatment, squander her means, and act toward her 
as if she were your slave? I will show you that you are 
very badly mistaken. Come, Lucy. (Lucy crying.) Let us go 
and consult a lawyer before you sign this document which has 
been carefully prepared for your signature. (Business.) 
(Lucy and Father Mitchell exeunt C. D.) 

Trevelin. — (Looking after them) Well if that isn't the 
boldest, most daring and most impudent piece of business 
I ever saw. A Romish Priest interfering between husband 
and wife. I shall see about this. (Exit hurriedly C. D.) 

(Scene 2.) (A mountain scene, in rear, lights very low. 
A terrible thunder storm.) 

Enters Percivil L. U. E, with riding boots and whip.) 

Percevil. — I wonder if that young lady has changed her 
mind by this. I will unlock the door and see what she has to 
say. 

(Goes to door at R. 2 E. unlocks it.) Come out. (Kitty 
enters careworn and haggard, dressed in black.) 

Percevil. — Well have you changed your mind? 

Kitty. — How dare you address me? 

Percivil. — If you haven't realized the fact as yet that 
you are absolutely in my power, then I will make you do so. 

Kitty. — Do your worst, you low-bred villian, for I have 
told you again and again that I would rather be dead, yea, a 
thousand times than become the wife of such a monster as 
you. 

Percevil. — Listen to me. 

Kitty. — I will not listen to you. 

Percevil. — Oh, but you must. I have you in my power 
and I will show you what that means. 

Kitty. — Yes, you have me in your power now, but some- 
thing tells me you wont always have. 

Percevil. — Well, while I have, I propose to make the 
best of it. 

Kitty. — What do you intend to do with me? 

Percivil. — I intend to have you become my wife, and if 
kind treatment don't do, I intend to use force. Do you under- 
stand. I intend to use force. 

Kitty. — What a brave man (Sneeringly) to carry off a 
defenseless young girl, by force. Keep her in a lonely hut, 
locked up on the mountain side, and try to force her to marry 
him. Oh, what a brave act. Why any woman would be 
proud of such a brave man. 

Percevil. — Now listen to me. 



30 ERIN MOR. 

Kitty. — I won't listen to you, I told you that before. 

Percevil. — ^But you must. 

Kitty. — What do you intend to do? 

Percevil. — I intend to have you for my wife, and again 
I repeat as this can not be done with fair means I must use 
force. 

Kitty. — Then do your worst. Kill me; I am entirely at 
your mercy. 

Percevil. — I will ask you for the last time. Will you 
become my wife? 

Kitty. — No, no. A thousand times, no. 

Percevil. — Then, by heavens, you shall. (Lively music.) 
(Seizes her and raises whip.) 

Kitty. — (Screams) Help! Help! 

(Barney enters R. U. E. hurriedly, snatches whip from 
Percevil, there is a struggle, a scuffle and a clinch. (Lively 
music during struggle.) (Barney throws Percevil down.) 
(Barney's mask falls off.) 

Percevil — Oh heavens, it's Devoy and he heard all. 

Barney. — Points revolver at Percevil raises and says) Put 
up your hands I say. Now keep them up until I search your 
pockets and see what kind of musical instruments you carry. 
(Barney searches Percevil's pockets and finds a revolver and 
a big knife. 

Barney. — From the looks of these one would think that 
you are going to start a Wild West show in America. All 
you lack is the tomahawk. (At this Percevil attempts to lower 
his hands.) 

Barney. — Hands up, I tell you or I will use your own 
shooting iron on you. Now Miss Kitty, you read this note, 
(hands Kitty note), and do what it tells you. I'll take care 
of this fellow until you_ are out of his reach. 

Kitty. — Oh, Barney, you are certainly one of the brav- 
est of the brave. You are like an angel of mercy 
come to me in the nick of time and saved me from a fate, 
worse than death and from death itself. (Kneels) On my 
bended knees, I thank you from the depths of my soul. I 
will pray for you as long as breath remains in this body. 

Barney. — Sure I only done my duty. Now rise up, and 
be going as there is no time to be lost, and be sure you 
follow the instructions in that note. 

(Kitty exits L. U. E.) 

Barney. — (To Percevil) Right about face. (Percevil turns 
around.) Now, forward, miarcl^, (Both exeunt L 2 E.) 



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Scene 3. (Wood scene in First Groove.) 

(Re-enter Barney and Percevil R. 1 E.) 

Barney. — Forward, march. (At center of stage.) 

Percivil. — What does this mean? 

Barney. — It means that I have turned the trick and will 
turn you over to the police. I intend that you shall be placed 
in prison and in irons, before I let go my hold on you this 
time. 

Percivil. — On what charge? 

Barney. — Charge enough. For abducting a young lady, 
thrying to force her to marry you, and for assault with intent 
to kill. Isn't that enough? Now no more of your cross- 
ackling, move on. Move on, I tell you. Forward, march. 

Col. Hoggett. — (Enters L. 1 E. accompanied by one of his 
lieutenants. (Business.) And placing his hand on Barney's 
shoulder says) Barney Devoy, you are my prisoner, you 
are charged with being a fugitive from justice. 

Barney. — And I charge this man with abducting a young 
lady, trying to force her to marry him and with assault with 
intent to kill. (Points to Percevil.) 

Col. Hoggett. — In that case I will place you both under 
arrest. (Business.) 

Barney. — When will our trials take place? 

Col. Hoggett.- — Court is in session now and several cases 
have been disposed of already — including Sullivan, Maggie 
McCoy and that of Trevelin against Mitchell. 

Barney. — ^Well, we are ready; the sooner the better. 

(Exeunt all L. I. E.) 

(Enter Peckinham and Trevelin R. I. E.) 

Peckinham. — James, I regret exceedingly to hear you 
speak ill of our government. 

Trevelin. — How can I speak otherwise after my exper- 
ience with Judge Stokes? 

Peckinham. — ^While I must admit that he was too severe 
in lecturing you as he did, yet I think he meant well. 

Treveliji. — Meant well? When he decided in favor of a 
Romish Priest and against one of Her Majesty's most faith- 
ful and trusted officers? I can't see any justice in his deci- 
sion. 

Peckinham. — Well, James, regardless of Judge Stoke's 
decision, you and I have always been friends, and if others 
don't appreciate the services you have rendered the Crown, 
I do, and I want you to remain and be a witness for the 
Crown, when Dillon and Devoy are tried. 



32 . ERIN MOR. 

Trevelin. — Lord Peckinham, while I made up my mind 
to leave the country before the trials you speak of, I will 
remain and be a witness against those men for your sake. 
I know that you will agree with me when I say that the 
government never could convict them without my testimony. 

Peckinham. — Thank you James, and I will do all in my 
power to show my appreciation of your services, so let us be 
going. (Both exeunt L. 1 E.) 

Kitty Enters R. 1 E. 

Kitty. — I am so anxious to learn the outcome of the 
trials of Tim Sullivan, Maggie McCoy, who was charged by 
Lord Peckinham with stealing food from his place when the 
truth is she only took what Mrs. Peckinham gave her 
to give to the poor starving people. Father Mitchell and 
poor Barney. I sent Nellie down to bring me the latest news. 
I have been told that Jack's trial has been set for the 
last. I wonder what his fate will be — and Percivil — I shud- 
der when I think of the ordeal through which I passed. 

(Enter Nellie Sheridan R. I. E.) 

Kitty. — I am glad you returned so soon. I am sure you 
bring great news. 

Kitty. — I don't know Miss, whether you call it great or not. 

Kitty. — Well Nellie, tell me the outcome of the trials. 
Nellie. — Tim Sullivan and Maggie McCoy were both 
convicted. Tim was transported for life and Maggie sentenced 
to prison, but Lord Crawford said, that if Judge Stokes would 
be satisfied with both of them leaving the country, he would 
promise that they would go to America. So Judge Stokes said 
that would be alright. I suppose they are married and on 
their wedding tour now. 

Kitty. — And what about Father Mitchell and Trevelin? 

Nellie. — Trevelin got the worst of it. You ought to hear 
Judge Stokes giving it to him. He called him everything but 
a gentleman. Father Mitchell was told he done right in not 
giving any more of Lucy's money to the villian. Judge 
Stokes even told Trevelin that if he heard any more about 
Mm abusing Lucy he would declare them separated. Oh, but 
Trevelin's furious. 

Kitty. — I shudder when I think of Percevil's treatment 
of me. Has he been tried? 

Nellie. — Yes, and what do you think? He has been 
transported for life but the judge said he could come back 
if they sent for him. 

Kitty. — Oh I am so glad to think that the country will be 
rid of such a notorious villian. And what about poor Barney, 



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did lie share the same fate as the others? 

Nellie. — Yes, he too was transported for life. 

Kitty. — Oh I am so sorry. I owe my life to him. I 
wonder if we can do anything for him. 

Nellie. — I am sure Miss, you will be glad to know that 
I saw and talked to Lord Crawford about doing something 
for him, and he told me I needn't worry, that he would see 
Barney came out alright. 

Kitty.— Where is he now? 

Nellie. — In jail. They told me he would have to wait 
until Master Jack's trial was over. 

Kitty. — I wonder what that means? 

Nellie. — ^Sure I don't know Miss, but I would like to 
attend Master Jack's trial, and I know you would too. 

Kitty. — Suppose we go. I guess they will let us sit in 
the court-room. (Exeunt Kitty and Nellie L. 1 E.) 

Scene 4th. A court room. Judge Stokes on bench. 
Sheriff, Dillon, O'Gorman, Ransom, Nellie Sheridan, Kitty 
O'Cleary, Lord Crawford and peasants and jury if desired 
(see Special Notice on page 3 of cover), enter R. U. E. as court 
is opened. 

Judge Stokes. — The sheriff will open court. 

Sheriff. — Hear ye, hear ye, this honorable court is now 
open. 

Judge Stokes. — The case set for trial this day is that of 
the Crown against Jack Dillon, who is charged with high 
treason and rebellion against the government. Is the prisoner 
in the courtroom? 

Sheriff. — Yes, Your Honor. 

Judge S. — The prisoner will stand up. (Dillon stands 
up.) 

Judge S. — Mr, Dillon, you are charged with a most ser- 
ious offense or rather a combination of offenses, rebellion and 
treason against your country. Are you guilty or not guilty? 

Dillon. — Not guilty. 

Judge. — The crown's counsel will proceed. 

Ransom. — If Your Honor please, we expect to prove that 
the prisoner at the bar was acting captain commanding a 
company of Irish rebels. That he drilled this company night 
after night for months, when the moonlight permitted on the 
mountain side. That he taught those men military tactics, 
the use of war weapons, such as pikes, guns, swords, sabers, 
etc., with the object of overthrowing the present government 
of Ireland. 



34 ERIN MOR. 

O'Gorman. — If your honor please, we deny that there 
was any uprising or rebellion, except in the minds of the 
poor struggling and starving people. Counsel, on the other 
side must admit that there was nobody either killed or hurt 
in any so-called uprising or rebellion in which the prisoner 
was engaged and I hardly think this court will convict a man 
on circumstantial or uncorroborated testimony. 

Judge S. — Bring on your witnesses. 

Ransom,; — The Sheriff will call for Mr. James Trevelin. 
(The sheriff at R. U. E. calls three times, James Trevelin. 
Trevelin enters R. U. E.) 

Ransom. — Mr. Trevelin, you may take the witness stand. 
(Trevelin goes to stand.) 

Ransom, Have you been sworn? 

Trevelin. — Yes sir. 

Ransom. — You may state your name, age, residence and 
occupation, 

Trevelin. — My name is James Trevelin. Age 35. Resi- 
dence, the Parish of Tralee. Occupation, detective. 

Ransom. — How long have you been a detective, and in 
whose employ? 

Trevelin. — I have been a detective for more than twelve 
years last past in the employ of the British government. 

Ransom. — Look at the prisoner and tell the court if 
you know him and if so how long have you known him and 
what has been his business if you know, (Pointing to Dillon.) 

Trevelin. — Yes I know him. His name is Jack Dillon. 
I have known him nearly all my life. His business is that of 
a rebel, doing all in his power to destroy our government and 
teaching others to do likewise. 

Ransom. — You may tell the court the circumstances un- 
der which he was arrested, if you know. 

Trevelin. — Yes, I learned that he was drilling a com- 
pany of "White Boys." A name given to Irish rebels, and 
having learned his whereabouts I went there one night to 
arrest him, but he escaped and eluded the officers for months. 

Ransom. — Did you finally capture him? 

Trevelin. — Yes, we arrested him after he had attended 
midnight mass last Christmas. 

Ransom. — (Exhibiting revolver and knife gives them to 
Trevelin to examine) Did you ever see these articles before? 

Trevelin. — Yes sir I found them on the prisoner when 
I searched him the night of his arrest. 

Ransom. — You may cross-examine. 



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O'Gorman. — Are you married? 

Trevelin. — Yes. 

O'Gorman. — Whom did you marry, and when and by 
whom was the ceremony performed? 

Ransom. — We object to this manner of cross-examination 
your honor. What has the fact whether this witness is mar- 
ried or single to do with the case? 

Judge Stokes. — What is the object of counsel in pursu- 
ing this line of questioning? 

O'Gorman. — To lay the foundation for impeaching this 
witness. 

Judge S. — If it is the intention of counsel to show that 
this man's married life has been anything but happy for his 
wife, and that he manufactured evidence to gain a reputation 
as a detective, it is not necessary to go into that any further, 
as in a former trial in which the witness was a party, all 
that was brought out. The court therefore is bound to take 
judicial notice of it. 

O'Gorman. — In that case your honor we have no more 
questions to ask. 

Ranson. — We desire to put on the stand another witness 
for the government. A man known to the other side as well 
as the prisoner. The sheriff will bring in Barney Devoy. 
(All say with one voice "Barney Devoy." Sheriff exits R. U. E." 
Returns with Barney handcuffed.) 

Ransom. — Sheriff, remove those handcuffs from the wit- 
ness. (Angerly.) Mr. Devoy you may take the stand. (Bar- 
ney goes to witness stand.) 

Ransom. — Have you been sworn? 

Barney. — Yes sir. 

Ransom. — State your name, age, residence and occupa- 
tion. 

Barney. — They call me Barney Devoy. I don't know my 
age, my present residence is in jail, and as for me occupation, 
I am a gentleman at leisure. 

Ransom. — We don't want any evasive answers. 

Barney. — Then ask no questions and I'll tell you no lies. 

Ransom. — Look at that man (Pointing to Dillon). Tell 
the court if you know him. 

Barney. — You mane Mr. Dillon there? 

Ransom, — Yes. You know him then. 

Barney. — Of course I know him. 

Ransom. — How long have you known him? 

Barney. — How long was he when I knew him? 

Ransom. — How many years have you known him? 



36 ERIN MOR. 

Barney. — I don't know. 

Ransom. — ^What is his business if you know? 

Barney. — -Helping the poor people of Ireland to get their 
rights. 

Ransom. — ^What means has he employed to do that? 

Barney. — Brains. 

Ransom. — ^What do you mean by brains? 

Barney. — Something Jack Dillon has and you haven't. 

Ransom. — Why do you say I haven't any brains? 
(Business.) 

Barney. — Because if you had you wouldn't put me on 
the stand as a witness against my best friend. 

Ransom — Then are we to understand you haven't told 
the truth and don't intend to? 

Barney. — I have answered all your questions truthfully. 

Ransom. — You have been acting as sort of a spy for 
Dillon and his pals haven't you? 

Barney. — I have been acting a rale spy on Trevelin, Fer- 
civil and their pals. 

Ransom. — Weren't you with Dillon and the "White Boys" 
on the mountain side the night he was caught drilling them? 

Barney. — What mountain side, boys, night and drill do 
you mean? 

Ransom. — Oh, you know what I mean. Answer my 
question. 

Barney. — What question? 

Ransom. — The one I just asked. 

Barney. — You mane the first or the last? 

Ransom. — If your honor please, I should like for the 
court to compel this vfitness to answer my questions prop- 
erly. 

Judge S. — Inasmuch as the witness has answered your 
questions in his own way, I don't think it the duty of the 
court to suggest to him the kind of answers he should give. 

Ransom. — Tell the court all you know and all you did 
in assisting the prisoner in his rebellion against the govern- 
ment. 

Barney. — As I told you all I intend to tell you, what 
more do you want? 

Ransom. — Answer my question. 
Barney, — What question? 

Ransom. — What did Dillon say to you and what did you 
say to him when you and he were drilling the White Boys? 



ERIN MOR. 37 

Barney. — I sez, sez I, Jack how are you? And sez Jack, 
sez he to me, Barney, I am well, how are you? and sez I to 
Jack, sez I, I am well. 

Ransom. — Oh, this is exasperating. (Raps on table vig- 
orously.) I appeal to the court. 

Judge S. — The court can only inform you that the wit- 
ness has answered your questions and as you made him your 
witness, you are bound by his answers. Do you wish to ask 
him any more questions? 

Ransom. — No, he may go. 

Judge S. — Mr. O'Gorman, you may cross-examine. 

O'Gorman. — We have no desire to cross-examine the wit- 
ness. We are perfectly satisfied with his testimony as it 
stands. 

Judge S. — Has the prosecuting attorney any more evi- 
dence to offer? 

Ransom. — None your honor. We rest. 

Judge S. — Has the counsel for the defense any evidence 
to offer? 

O'Gorman. — We have none your honor. 

Judge S. — You may proceed with the arguments. 

Ransom and O'Gorman. — (Answer together.) — We waive 
the arguments. 

Judge S. — The prisoner will stand up. (Dillon stands up) 
It is the finding of the court (or jury) that you are guilty as 
charged. Have you anything to say why sentence should not 
be pronounced upon you according to law? 

Dillon. — Your honor, I can only repeat what the illus- 
trious patriots of old have often said under similar circum- 
stances; that justice in Ireland is a farce as all persons 
charged with offenses, such as that with which I am charged 
are tried and convicted prior to the formality of a trial. 
The whole program is arranged in advance. For centuries 
my fellow countrymen have been hunted down like wolves. 
Their live's blood have been drawn from them. Their sub- 
stance given to feed the rapacious absentee landlords, and still 
the hungry English lords are not satisfied. The only indus- 
try they encourage in Ireland is the distilling business. We 
all understand their motives for this but thanks to good 
Father Mathew, the brave Temperance Apostle, his splendid 
work in Ireland put a quitus on their plans. They hate every 
man and woman who happens to have an Irish name, especially 
if they be Catholic. 

Judge S. — I cannot allow this kind of talk. 



38 ' ERIN MOR. 

Dillon. — Then I will pursue another and perhaps a more 
agreeable line of talk, your honor. Look around you and 
see the effects of your abominable laws. Fever, starvation 
and death everywhere. Over one million of my countrymen 
have perished from guant famine or raging fever during the 
last ten years. No incentive to industry, and if one dare to 
say a word against the present system he is called a traitor. 
"How many a spirit' born to bless 
Did fall beneath that withering name 
» When but a day, an hour, success 

Had wafted to eternal fame." 

Judge S. — Again I want to caution you that it isn't 
helping you any this line of speech. I insist that you modify 
your language or cease speaking. 

Dillon. — Judge, have I any rights that you are bound 
to respect? I haven't much more to say, as I know you are 
anxious to pronounce the sentence which I do not dread. I 
have no apologies to offer for my conduct or speech. I have 
endeavored to avenge the murder of my father and to lessen 
the sufferings of my mother. My betrothed dragged to a 
lonely abode and threatened with death by one of your inform- 
ers. Another respectable young lady robbed of her inheritance 
by one of your brave detectives. Hundreds and thousands of 
poor people driven out of their homes by eviction. And yet 
it is a crime to raise a voice of protest. England with her 
boasted justice, power, etc. 

Judge S. — (Raps vigorously) — I cannot allow you to pro- 
ceed further. The sentence of the court is that you be trans- 
ported to Australia for life. Solitary confinement will form 
no part of this sentence unless you attempt to escape. (Cheers 
heard without R. U. E.) 

Judge S. — ^What noise was that? Who dares to disturb 
the serenity of this court? (Enter Lord Peckenham hur- 
riedly R. U. E.) 

Lord Peckenham. — If your honor please, I wish to an- 
nounce that official representatives of foreign powers with 
whom we are at peace, are within our gates. They come as 
friendly missionaries. The King of Prance who is traveling 
incognito and the representatives of the United States govern- 
ment have just arrived on the Battleship Jamestown which 
is loaded with provisions for the poor of Ireland. 

Barney. — Hurrah for Prance and the United States of 
America. 

Judge S. — I am warranted in putting you in irons for 
such unseemly conduct in court, but will not do it now. 



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To show proper respect to our foreign friends, the sheriff will 
adjourn court. 

Sheriff. — (Cries out at top of his voice) — Hear ye. Hear 
ye. This honorable court is now adjourned to an indefinite 
date. 

Judge S. — The sheriff will remove the handcuffs from the 
prisoners and show them every mark of kindness in the 
presence of our foreign friends. (At this point all rise.) The 
sheriff removes the handcuffs from Dillon first and then Bar- 
ney. Tableau. Dillon, Sheriff, Barney, Judge Stokes and spec- 
tators. (End of scene.) 

(Scene.) 5th Strand. Near landing place of the Amer- 
ican Battleship amestown, Admiral Paul Jones commanding.) 

A ship loaded with American sailors, drilling on stage. 
The Irish and American flags entwined. The music by the 
orchestra will be National airs as follows: The National air 
of France, after which is played "Hail Columbia." This is 
followed with song, "The Star Spangled Banner," and "My 
Country 'Tis of Thee" with chorus. 

(Tableau; slow curtain.) 



ACT 4. 



Scene first. Library of Father Mitchell, who is discovered 
sitting at table meditating. (Parlor furniture same as used 
before.) 

Father M. — (Sighs) — Well, poor Lucy is gone; we buried 
her today in yonder cemetery. She died of a broken heart. 
She forgave all. What a sad sight to see a flower fade and 
die so young. Will the history of her life be a warning to 
others? I fear not. This is not the flrst time that a fate such 
as poor Lucy's has been met with and yet the world goes on 
and scenes such as we have witnessed today are periodically 
repeated. (Father M. picks up note.) Here is a note telling 
me that Mrs. Dillon is very sick and threatened with eviction. 
When, oh when will this cruelty of the government end? The 
sobbing cries of the mothers; the tears and sobs of the 
innocent children, and the unpitying resolve of the ofiicers 
who are forced to do their duty in these evictions, are sights 
that would make angels weep in sympathy and cause even 
the most unbending government to relent and change its 
tactics. In this scene of yesterday after the poor people were 
turned out, came the most sickening sight of all. A feeble 
old woman who owing to her age and debility, was unable to 
be moved, fainted in the arms of three stalwart ofiicers. So 



40 ERIN MOR. 

great was the shock she received that her life was despaired 
of. It was the real sentence of death to that woman. I 
must now go to attend Mrs. Dillon who is very sick and not 
expected to live. I am told that she too will be served with an 
eviction notice. I dread to face the ordeal.) It is high 
time for some liberal government to step in and protect the 
lives of the people from the system which is driving peaceful 
subjects to desperation, and the country to ruin. How long 
will the fountain of justice remain poisoned in our case? Dur- 
ing the last ten years over one million poor souls have died 
either of famine or fever. Absentee landlordism has had a 
great deal to do in bringing this state of things about. 

(Enter Lord Crawford R. I. E.) 

Lord C. — (Extending hand) — How are you father? 

Father M. — I am well your lordship. I need not ask 
you, as I see you are well. 

Lord C. — I am really glad to meet you here as I have some 
news that will interest you. 

Father M. — I hope it is pleasant news; it would be such 
a relief. 

Lord C. — ^Well, I have arranged matters so that both. 
Dillon and Devoy will not be compelled to go into penal 
servitude. 

Father M. — That is certainly pleasing news. 

Lord C. — I have interceded with the powers that be and 
I was agreeably surprised at my success. 

Father M. — Have they been set free? 

Lord C. — ^Oh that is impossible. I arranged with the 
officers of the French fleet to take them to France; in fact 
I procured first class passage for them. So you see they are 
sailing as gentlemen instead of convicts. 

Father M. — If we had more men like you in Ireland, 
what a blessing it would be to our people. I pray for you 
every day and I know that those whom you have assisted do 
also. Surely such noble souls as yours will be rewarded in 
eternity. 

Lord C. — Oh, I haven't done much. I have only done 
what I believed to be my plain duty. 

Fr. M. — Would that all men in your station could say 
the same. 

Lord C. — You will also be pleased to know that Percevil 
and Trevelin intend to leave the country, never to return, 
I hope. 

Fr. — You don't mean it? 



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Lord C. — Yes. From what I have been able to learn, it 
appears that the worthy pair imagined that Judge Stokes was 
too severe in his sentence. They offered the King of France 
their services, which he gladly accepted. Dillon and Devoy 
sailed on one of the vessels of the French fleet, while Trevelin 
and Percevil intend to go with the King on his private yacht. 
They haven't embarked as yet. 

Fr. M. — Well, this is certainly good news. 
Lord C. — Oh, but I have incurred the wrath of my brother 
lords. They are furious at my conduct towards what they 
call Irish rebels. 

Fr. M. — . Our positions are somewhat similar. I presume 
you know the extremists as we call them, among our people, 
are terribly sore at us Catholic clergymen for what they call 
being in league with the government; when the truth is we 
are using our best efforts to save them. 

Lord C. — You are right in the course you pursue. If the 
poor people of Ireland accomplish anything, it can only be 
done by moral suasion. O'Connell accomplished more than any 
of your representatives, and he did it by moral suasion. His 
logic and his eloquence won emancipation. It was really too 
bad that he died in the zenith of his power and fame. It was 
he who led me to study the Irish question. I learned that 
while the Irish people were starving at home, and dying of 
famine and fever, the products of Irish soil were shipped to 
England and sustained eight millions of people in that country. 
Ireland shipped her beef, cattle, etc., and received in return 
Indian cornmeal. These are the things that moved me to 
champion the cause of the poor of Ireland. No, honorable 
Irishmen don't want to be classed as beggars; they don't 
want alms; all they want is the right to manage their own 
affairs. Try as they may, I am pleased to state that com- 
mendable Irish pride can not be subdued. Only the other day 
I was witness to this fact. A man was circulating a petition 
among the Irish peasants, which contained a recital of the 
condition of Ireland and asking the government for aid or alms. 
I'll not soon forget the reception it received from that poor 
man. He said, "Keep your alms ye canting robbers, button 
your coats upon the Irish plunder that is within them and 
let the begging box pass on neither as loans or alms will we 
take that which is our own. We spit on the benevolence that 
robs us of a pound and flings back a penny in charity. Con- 
tribute now, if you will; these will be your thanks! I felt 
proud of that man, and of that spirit of independence which 
can never be broken. 



42 ERIN MOR. 

Father M. — I am delighted to hear you say so. Won't 
your lordship be kind enough to accompany me to Mrs. Dil- 
lon's; I am told she is very sick and about to be turned out 
of her house. 

Lord C. — Most assuredly. (Both exeunt C. D.) 

(Scene 2nd. Wood in First Groove.) 

(Enter Trevelin and Percevil R. 1 E.) 

Trevelin. — Well, I believe now we will be in a position 
to show the English government our appreciation of her treat- 
ment of two of her most loyal subjects. The French King has 
told me that he would make me chief of his detective force. 

Percivil. — And he told me that he would appoint me a 
confidential member of his household. 

Trevelin. — Let us be off, here comes the King. (Both 
exeunt L. 1 E.) 

(Enter Louis, King of France, R. I. E.) 

King. — I am satisfied with my visit to Ireland; I have 
learned from personal observation the true state of affairs 
here. The death of O'Connell recently was a terrible blow; 
he was wise, conservative, eloquent, and able. I regard Glad- 
stone as the ablest statesman living today. The young queen 
has already given evidence that she has a will of her own. 
Gladstone has intimated that it is unjust to compel people to 
pay taxes for the support of a church to which they are 
opposed. I have selected two men to accompany me to France, 
who have rendered valuable aid to their own government and 
I think will be equally useful in mine. Trevelin and Percevil. 
As the yacht is ready I must now set sail for France. (Exit 
L. I. E.) 

Scene 3. — (Mrs. Dillon's hut on the mountain side — Mrs. 
Dillon in hut — Kittle and Nellie administering to her — a ter- 
rible storm of thunder and lightning.) 

Kittle. — Do you feel better now, Mrs. Dillon? 

Mrs. Dillon. — (Attempts to rise as she speaks) — Oh yes, 
I think I do, but my mind is so disturbed and I have had such 
awful dreams. (The Banshee is heard in the distance, moan- 
ing.) 

Banshee. — ^Whoo, whoo, whoo, gullo, gullo, goone, etc. 

(All start and say "What's that?") 

Mrs. D. — It's the Banshee; my time has come. 

Kittle. — Oh don't be frightened, it's imagination. 

Mrs. D. — Ah, I know that cry and that warning too well, 
I heard it before. 

(Enter Banshee R. U. E.) 



ERIN MOR. 43 

Banshee. — Whoo, whoo, whoo, gullo, gullo, gullo, goone; 
I am doomed to travel on this earth for a certain number of 
years and give warnings of approaching troubles, dangers, 
and death. Mrs. Dillon, your troubles are not all over. (Quick 
exit L. U. E.) 

Nellie Sheridan. — What did she mean? (frightened look^ 
around) she is gone. 

Kitty. — I don't believe in ghosts and I trust I am 
not superstitious, but how can we explain the scene we just 
witnessed? 

Nellie. — I could tell you ghost stories that would make 
your hair stand on ends. 

Mrs. D. — Oh, I am so weak, and now that I know my 
time is getting short, I must prepare for the hereafter. I 
wish Father Mitchel was here. 

Nellie. — I will go after him at once. (Nellie starts to 
go L, U, E. when she is met by Col. Hoggett and soldiers, 
who enter L. U. E. with Peckinham.) 

Col. Hoggett. — Mrs Dillon it is my painful duty to an- 
nounce that I have a writ for your eviction. Do you wish 
it read? 

Mrs. D. — (Very feebly.) — I have only a short time to live 
any way and I don't care what you do. 

Col. Hoggett. — (Approaching cabin) — My heavens! the 
woman has the typhus fever, which is contagious. (Hoggett 
turns to Peckenham and says) As you procured this writ, what 
are we to do under the circumstances? 

Peck. — Your duty. We can not allow silly sentiment to 
Influence us. 

Col. H, — But the woman is not in a condition to be dis- 
turbed, therefore, we can not commence to tear down the 
walls. 

Peck. — Then commence at the roof. 

Kitty. — Lord Peckenham, haven't you any pity, any mercy, 
any heart. Won't you please tell these men to desist. Look at 
"the poor women's condition. 

Peck. — I have no pity, no mercy, no heart for such a 
wretch, whose husband was hanged for treason, and whose son 
has been transported for a like offense. She must have encour- 
aged them. Officers do your duty. (At this the officers begin 
to tear down the hatch over the cabin, using a ladder upon 
which to climb to roof.) 

(Enter Father Mitchell and Lord Crawford, R. 2 E.) 

Fr. M. — What does this mena? (Enters cabin.) 

Col. H. — That the officers are doing their duty. 



44 ERIN MOR. 

Mrs. Dillon. — Father Mitchell here? Thank God, it will 
soon be all over. 

Lord C. — Under whose orders are you acting? (Address- 
ing Hoggett.) 

Peck. — Under mine. What have you to say about it? 

Lord C. — I have this to say; how much does this poor 
woman owe you for back rent? 

Peck. — Five pounds, including the interest. 

Lord C. — Here is your money. This barbarous business 
must be stopped. Call off your men. (Hands Peckenham 
money.) 

Col. H. — Officers, cease. 

Father M. — (Who has been attending Mrs. Dillon since 
he appeared on the scene.) — Too late, too late. (Stepping 
out cabin door.) 

Kittle and Nellie. — She is dead, she is dead (and enter 
cabin.) 

Fr. M. — May the Lord have mercy on her soul. 

Lord C. — (Turning to Peckenham) — I trust you are now 
fully satisfied with your cruel work. This is only one of the 
thousands of such scenes that are daily enacted in Ireland at 
the present time. 

(Scene closes — Tableau.) 

(A period of six months is suppose to elapse before 
next scene.) 

Scene 4th. (Palace of the King of France.) 

Enter Trevelin C. D. Barney also with a French spy C. D. 
Barney and spy conceal themselves behind throne chair 
unobserved. 

Trevelin. — ^What a fortunate man I am; by my own work, 
aided by Percevil we have procured state secrets and sold them 
to the enemies of France for a sufficient sum that will enable 
us to live in affluence the remainder of our lives. (Looks 
out R. I. E.) Here comes Percevil with more state secrets. 
Enter Percivil R. I. E. 

Percevil. — Hello, James, liow are you? 

Trevelin. — Oh, very well, what's the latest news? 

Percivil. — ^The latest news is, that Dillon and Devoy are 
in France. They came here after their conviction. Dillon 
fought with the King in the last battle by the bridge and risked 
his life to save the King's. The King was badly wounded in 
that battle and was bedfast for quite awhile. I made the best 
of this opportunity; I had his ear and poisoned it against Dillon, 
who I insisted was the man that was selling the state secrets of 
France, and was assisted by Devoy. At last the King had him 



ERIN MOR. 45 

arrested and sent to prison, where I hope he will remain until 
he is hanged. 

Trev. — And what about Devoy? 

Per, — Oh, I haven't paid much attention to him; we will 
get him too, 

Trev, — Well, here is the letter that I received from the 
party to whom we sold the state secrets, agreeing to my 
terms for furnishing him with more. So keep your mouth 
closed and your eyes open. (Gives letter.) 

Per. — (Reads letter, while the orchestra strikes up, 
"Hail to the Chief." He hurriedly puts the letter in his 
pocket but it drops to the floor in his excitement, and Barney 
picks it up and hurries off with the French spy L, 2 B,) 
The king enters with his attendants and ascends the throne. 

King. — These are troublesome times for our reign; 
secret plottings among our most trusted friends. We 
are not forgetful of aid our government received 
from true Irishmen and patriotic Americans, whom we 
aided in their struggle for independence. Were it not 
for Irishmen and Frenchmen, Washington would have 
never been victorious, and it grieves me sorely to find an 
Irishman professing friendship, to be an enemy in disguise, 
plotting for our ruin, as it seems this man Dillon whom we 
have ordered to prison, has done. I sometimes think there 
must be a mistake. Percevil. • 

Perc. — Yes, your majesty. 

King. — Are you positive that those letters that you gave 
us concerning this man Dillon's actions towards our govern- 
ment were genuine? 

Percevil. — Most positive, your Majesty. 

King. — It pains us to be forced to believe that any Irish- 
man would be false to France. I am not fully satisfied. I 
have invited Lord Crawford and Father Mitchell to France, 
so I may talk this important matter over with them. 

Percevil. — (Starts and says aside.) — Father Mitchell and 
Lord Crawford coming here. What will this visit mean to us? 
(Enters Barney with French spy C. D.) 

King. — ^Whom have we here? 

Barney. — (Bowing before King.) — Barney Devoy from 
Ireland, Your Majesty. 

King. — ^What is your business here? 

Barney. — Thracking thraitors. 

King. — What traitors have you been tracking, and with 
what success? 



46 ERIN MOR. 

Barney. — The traitors are men by the name of Trevelin 
and Percevil. They are both at your side. 

Trev. and Perc. — What's that? 

Barney. — (Handing letter to King) — Read for yourself. 

King. — (After reading letter converses with French spy 
in French.) Ktiez-vous present et t^moin quand cet homme (point- 
ing to Barney) a remasse cette lettre? 

French Spy. — (In French.) Oui, Votre Majesty, et j'ai vu la 
lettre tomber de sa poche (pointing to Percevil). 

King. — (To Barney.) You will not divulge to another soul the 
contents of this letter. 

Barney. — No, your Majesty. 

(Page appears before King, and says, "A young lady 
desires to see your Majesty.") 

King. — (Gives sign of permission.) 

(Enter Kittle R. I. E. accompanied by Page. Kneels be- 
fore the King.) 

Kittle. — Oh, sire, save him for you alone can. 

King. — ^Whom are we to save, Madamoiselle? 

Kit. — Jack Dillon, sire, now confined in prison on a false 
charge of high treason, with the sentence of death awaiting 
him. I know he is innocent. 

King. — And how can this be proven? 

Kitty. — By the scars on his body, inflicted by the enemies 
of France, while in battle fighting next to you. 

King. — Rise, Madamoisello, we will examine into your 
brother's case. 

Kitty. — Oh, he is not my brother sire. 

King. — Who is he — then that you take such a deep 
Interest in him? 

Kitty. — ^Oh, sire, he is my bethrothed. 

King. — I shall personally examine into this case at once. 
Page, have the Governor of the prison ordered to our presence. 

(Page exit R. I. E. meets governor at entrance.) 

Gov. — At your pleasure, your Majesty. 

King. — Bring the prisoner. Jack Dillon, to our presence. 

Gov. — The very object of my coming here. 

King. — ^What think you of him? Is he guilty of the 
crime with which he is charged? 

Gov. — I am satisfied from what I have seen of him that 
he is an innocent man. 

King. — Have him brought before us at once. All of you 
remain. (Pointing to Trev. and Perc. Governor exits R. IE.) 

Trev. — Your Majesty will please pardon me, but may I 
ask, do you fully realize what you are about to do? What 



ERIN MOR. 47 

will other Monarchs say when they hear that the King of 
France was talking to felons and traitors confined to the 
prison awaiting execution? 

King. — ^Who dares suggest to the king what to do or 
what not to do? Only the King's counsellors are allowed to 
do that, and even then, only when asked. 

Perc. — But your Majesty evidently don't realize the dire 
consequences of a King talking to doomed convicts. It is 
extraordinary. 

King. — The king has spoken, and the King's word is law. 
I am determined to thoroughly sift this case, believing that I 
will find the real traitors. 

(Enter Dillon, handcuffed R. 1 E, with governor of prison. 

Dillon. — What does this mean? 

King. — It means that the King has concluded to hear 
your story from your own lips. 

Dil. — I scarcely know where or how to commence. 

King. — Then I will ask you. What excuse have you to 
offer for your treason against France? 

Dil, — None, sire. For Jack Dillon is no traitor; spy or 
informer; I have fought the battles of France, and by your 
side, I am willing to shed the last drop of my blood for Ire- 
land, France, or America. If you wish to learn the name 
of the real traitors, ask my accusers, who stand by your side. 
(Pointing to Trev. and Perc.) (Business.) 

King. — You talk proudly of your services to France. 
Pray tell us of those services. 

Dil. — I will tell you of the last, my Liege, because it 
was, to my mind, the greatest. 

King. — Sit dov/n. (Gov. removes handcuffs and brings 
chair.) 

Dil. — Thank you. I need not remind you of the cele- 
brated battle by the bridge — 

King. — No, no. The soldiers of France performed won- 
ders of valor that day. The memory of it is painful to me 
because of the noble soldier who sacrificed his life to save 
mine. 

Dil. — It is recorded that on that day, the warrior King 
of France performed miracles of valor. At one time his rash 
bravery left him alone to face seven antagonists with only one 
young man at arms by his side. The fight was terrific. Am 
I not right, sire? 

King. — Go on, though I guess not your object. 

Dil. — The King fought bravely as he always did, but 
what could he do in the face of seven antagonists, armed 



48 ERIN MOR. 

with the most deadly weapons. There was a treacherous 
thrust intended for the King, but the young man at arms 
jumped to his side and received its full force. Do you re- 
member this? 

King. — Too well; but, how did you learn of this? 

Dil. — Several other deadly thrusts intended for the King 
were made and the young man received all of them. The 
last blow received was on the head. 

King. — Gracious Heavens! All this is true, dreadfully 
true, but where did you hear it, and what is your object in 
telling it now? 

Dil. — Because sire, I was the young man at arms who 
had the honor to save the life of the King of France, because 
of his services to Ireland. 

King. — Oh, monstrous Sir. The young soldier you refer 
to laid dead at my feet. 

Dil. — Sire, I speak the truth, and can prove it. Jack 
Dillon-never lies. I wouldn't speak of it now, were it not that 
a life greater than mine is concerned, (Pointing to Kitty.) 

King. — If you can repeat the last words spoken to that 
young man on that eventful day, I will believe you. 

Dil. — Here are some proofs, and here are the scars (rais- 
ing sleeve, and baring breast). These were the King's words, 
"Strike home, brave youth, and if we escape this, I will knight 
thee as the bravest soldier in Prance." 

King. — By Heavens! Thou art the man. How did you 
come back to life? 

Dil. — Sire, I was not dead, only stunned. 

King. — Dillon, why didst thou conspire against me? 

Dil. — I never conspired against you. I learned of the 
conspiracy and the real conspirators. Knowing this, they 
trumped up those charges and had me arrested to save them- 
selves. 

(At this Treve. and Fere, try to escape but on being 
observed they desist.) 

King. — Then name the real conspirators. 

Dil. — They are James Trevelin and Jerry Percevil, 
(Points to them.) 

King. — What, my chief of detectives and captain of the 
guard? Saints and angels can such things be? Oh, black 
ingratitude. I have been heaping favors on these wretches 
and this is my reward. They even conspired to murder me, 
while my real friend was in chains in the prison, charged 
with high treason. 



ERIN MOR. 49 

Dil. — You are right, sire, they not only sold state secrets 
to your enemies but they were actually arranging a plot to 
murder you. King, I know it. I have written proof. 

King. — Governor, have those wretches taken from my 
sight. Worms don't think that a King of France would waste 
his vengeance on things like you. Take them from my 
sight, I say, and let it be proclaimed that if they are found 
in any part of French territory after five days, they be hanged 
like dogs. (Business.) 

(Exeunt Fere, and Trev. C. D. with French spy.) 
(Turning to Dillon the King continues: "As for you, I 
know your story is true and your future advancement shall 
be my care." 

Barney. — And where do I come in, your Honor? 

King. — ^^Oh, by the way, we came near forgetting you, 
who was the first to furnish written proof of the base treach- 
ery. You shall not be forgotten. (Aside.) Here is a rough 
diamond as true as steel. Governor, the prisoner is released. 
(Business.) 

(Father Mitchell and Lord Crawford enter R. 2 E.) 
Governor exits L. 2 E.) 

King. — I am exceedingly glad to meet you gentlemen; 
you have arrived at a propitious time. (Shakes hands with 
both.) 

Lord C. — ^We thank your Majesty for the invitation. 

Fr. M. — How are your Irish subjects conducting them- 
selves your Majesty? 

King. — Excellent. I never met braver or truer, although 
when I invited you gentlemen, I thought I would have a 
different story. 

Fr. M. — I am glad to hear that. 

King. — And now Mr. Dillon what is your pleasure? 

Dil. — I desire to avail myself of the opportunity while 
Fr. Mitchell is here to have him perform our marriage cere- 
mony which will make myself and this girl happy the re- 
mainder of our lives. 

King. — I shall do as you desire, and in recognition of 
your services to France, I will knight thee as I promised, and 
appoint you captain of my body guard, and thereby make you 
a member of my official household. I will do all in my power 
to make amends for the unjust punishment which you have 
undergone. One mark of special honor I will show you both. 
I will have a special feast at the palace at which I will pub- 
licly preclaim your heroic deeds and loyalty to France. Hence- 
forth, no Frenchman can question your patriotism, and as 



50 ERIN MOR. 

for you, (pointing to Barney) I now appoint you private 
messenger to the king and will grant you certain lands so as 
to enable you to live comfortably the remainder of your 
life. (Turning to Lord C. and Fr. M, the king says) "I am 
delighted to be able to honor these brave fellows." 

Fr. M. — I am so glad the shadows have passed, there 
was never a cloud without its silver lining. The day for 
Erin Mor is surely coming, Jack and Barney what have you 
to say to his Majesty after being the recipients of such 
honors. 

Jack. — I presume I can speak for both. Words are inad- 
equate to express gratitude. 

Barney. — Father Mitchell, may I ask, when do you 
intend to go back to Ireland? 

King. — Oh, I desire Fr. Mitchell and Lord Crawford to 
be my guests for a short time. W/hy do you ask, Barney? 

Barney. — (Looking very sheepish and whirling his hat) 
Oh, he knows the reason. Sure while he is here we may as 
well have a double wedding. 

Fr. M. — (Laughing) — By the way I came near forget- 
ting Nellie. Where and how is she? 

Barney. — Sure she is at the entrance waiting for me. 

King. — Show the young lady in. (Barney exits and re- 
enters with Nellie C. D.) 

Lord C. — I desire to congratulate your Majesty on secur- 
ing such loyal subjects as these. 

King. — I have always felt that there must be some mis- 
take when these men were charged with plotting against our 
government. As I learned while in Ireland no truer or 
braver sons of Erin could be found anywhere. As far as 
Trevelin and Percevil are concerned I accepted their proffered 
offer of service because I was led to believe they were expert 
detectives. 

Lord C. — If you had only consulted me I could have 
given you some valuable information about the pair of cul- 
prits. 

Barney. — And if your Majesty would only talk to me 
I would tell you all about the dirty shalpeens. Sure they are 
despised by their own countrymen. That Frenchman who was 
with me when we thracked the traitors and found the tell 
tale letter was a gintlemen spy. He knew his business. 

King. — Fr. Mitchell, what is the latest news from poor 
Ireland. Are things looking any brighter? I am indeed very 
much interested. Why did I ever so far forget myself as to 
mistrust these men. I ought to have known the true char- 



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acter of the Celt. Look at the brave Marshals McMahan and 
Ney. Why those names will forever be found among the 
Flour-de-Lis of France. But what are the prospects for poor 
old Ireland? 

Father Mitchell. — Things are looking brighter. Public 
opinion has been aroused and the dawn of a brighter day for 
Erin is already visible. Erin's sunburst has made its appear- 
ance. The sun has taken the place of the shadows and we 
will soon be called upon to celebrate the anniversary of 
ERIN MOR. 



Right— Father Mitchell, Dillon, Kitty O'Cleary. 

Left — Lord Crawford, Barney, Nellie. 

Center — King and Page. 



THE END. 



DEC I! 1911 



(Continued from Page 2 of Cover) 
%nd in the story is Interwoven the romance poetry of the Emer- 
ald Isle whose people through smiles and tears have suffered 
hardships and misery in the past centuries in the cause of right- 
ing their country's wrongs." 



The Bellevue, Ohio, Gazette, on March 18, 1911: 
"About thirty from Bellevue went to Fremont last evening 
to witness the production of "Erin Mor," at the opera house. This 
.beautiful drama deals with events in Irish history. The opera 
Jbouse was packed, every seat being taken, and the play gave 
the best of satisfaction. 

The Catholic Unicerse of Cleveland and the Catholic Record 
of Toledo also had complimentary notices of the drama. 



The following letter from Hon. Louis Tyler, former mayor of 
Monroeville, Ohio, and Past Grand Knight of Knights of Colum- 
bus, explains itself: 

Monroeville, Ohio, March 18th, 1911. 
Hon. Thos. McSheehy 
Dear Sir: — 
I desire to heartily congratulate you on your excellent 
play. I had the pleasure of witnessing the initial produc- 
tion of Erin Mor at the Fremont Opera House last evening 
and want to say that the play is clean, moral, elevating and 
instructive. The kind of drama that people are in 
need of at the present day. Wishing you and your excellent 
play unbounded success, I remain. 

Yours very respectfully, 

LOUIS TYLER. 

SPECIAL NOTICE 



"Special Notice" — ^Twelve additional male characters can 
be introduced in the court scene if desired, they to constitute a 
jury to try Dillon, in which case they sit together in the court 
room. One of their number acts as foreman after counsel say 
^'waive the arguments." Judge Stokes, gentlemen of the jury, 
I deem it wholly unnecessary to give you any special charge in 
this case as we have had so many cases of this kind recently 
--.^^ ,r^„ QT-o all f^jiiiliar_with the law governing such 

?reed on your verdict. Fore- 
judge who opens it and reads: 
One copy del. to Cat. Div. ^^^ guilty as charged. Judge 

,o stand up and proceeds as 



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. by one person taking two or 
icters do not appear together. 
AUTHOR. 



